Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.

How wonderful it feels to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century.

The sacrifice of pleasures is of course itself a pleasure.

If you want to concentrate deeply on some problem, and especially some piece of writing or paper-work, you should acquire a cat . . .

we have invented sex guilt to take our minds off the real thing.

Beware of men bearing flowers.

I am a hoarder of two things: documents and trusted friends.