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.

Do you suppose the St. Swithin's furnace-man was my one true love? Since I never spoke to him, it seems unlikely, but at least it was a passion unscathed by disappointment.

I don't want to be married just to be married.

Moses: God or crowd control?!?

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

Miss X has always been a ditherer -- she was a ten month baby and has not improved in any material way since then.

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.