we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.

The mind I love must have wild places.

Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have ever known.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.