I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.
P. D. JamesHe didn't want her; he wanted me. Well, you know how it is." Dalgliesh did know. This, after all, was the commonest, the most banal of personal tragedies. You loved someone. They didn't love you. Worse still, in defiance of their own best interests and to the destruction of your peace, they loved another. What would half the world's poets and novelists do without this universal tragicomedy?
P. D. JamesBooks of quotations ... afford me one of the most undemanding but satisfying forms of reading pleasure.
P. D. JamesGreat literature cannot grow from a neglected or impoverished soil. Only if we actually tend or care will it transpire that every hundred years or so we might get a Middlemarch.
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