My tidiness, and my untidiness, are full of regret and remorse and complex feelings.

The English have no imagination: and yet they do show imagination in two things - two only. In the evening-clothes worn by old ladies, and in their cafés.

My tidiness, and my untidiness, are full of regret and remorse and complex feelings.

I think of a writer as a river: you reflect what passes before you.

You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials

And we are a people without tears. The things that moved our parents do not move us at all.

But that was the best time of my life, and only now that it has gone from me forever -- only now do I realize it.