I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.
as one grows older, one realizes how little one knows about any relationship, or even about oneself.
A room of one's own isn't nearly enough. A house, or, best, an island of one's own.
It was an unspoken pleasure, that having come together so many years, ruined so much and repaired a little, we had endured.
You do too much. Go and do nothing for a while. Nothing.
What a word is truth. Slippery, tricky, unreliable. I tried in these books to tell the truth.