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

Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on.

But you want to know about the influence of books on my life, and as I've said, there was only one. Seneca. . .Maybe that sounds dull, but the letters aren't - they're witty. I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.

Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.

Have you ever noticed that when your mind is awakened or drawn to someone new, that person's name suddenly pops up everywhere you go? My friend Sophie calls it coincidence, and Mr. Simpless, my parson friend, calls it Grace. He thinks that if one cares deeply about someone or something new one throws a kind of energy out into the world, and "fruitfulness" is drawn in.