I begin to suspect that England is the most melancholy country in the world.

No adultery is bloodless.

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

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.

The true defense against wealth is not a fear of wealth - of its fragility and of the vicious consequences that it can bring - the true defense against wealth is an indifference to money.

When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.

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.