This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

He had no imagination either-fatal for one engaged in child-rearing

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown

‎What a blight that woman is. Do you happen to know why? I lean toward a malignant fairy at her christening.

What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards!

That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you to another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment.

I sometimes think I prefer suitors in books rather than right in front of me. How awful, backward, cowardly, and mentally warped that will be if it turns out to be true.