Then i imagined a lifetime of having to cry to get him to be kind, and I went back to no again.

Friends, show me a man who hates himself, and I'll show you a man who hates his neighbours more! He'd have to – you wouldn't grant anyone else something you can't have for yourself – no love, no kindness, no respect!

I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

‎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.

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 love seeing the bookshops and meeting the booksellers-- booksellers really are a special breed. No one in their right mind would take up clerking in a bookstore for the salary, and no one in his right mind would want to own one-- the margin of profit is too small. So, it has to be a love of readers and reading that makes them do it-- along with first dibs on the new books.