We all lie to each other, present some sort of front.

My first husband would never make up his mind in less than five years, so I used to get him to think that whatever course of action needed to be taken was his idea. Then he'd go right ahead.

Rebecca is an example of how not to manage men. The rules of the game never change, it requires subtlety.

They may turn out to be a great disappointment, or perhaps they may be full of enchanting surprises.

It seemed sensible to move to a market town where I could walk everywhere.

I never really know the title of a book until it's finished.

We're all like children. We may think we grow up, but to me, being grown up is death, stopping thinking, trying to find out things, going on learning.