He 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. JamesMan is diminished if he lives without knowledge of his past; without hope of a future he becomes a beast.
P. D. JamesI learned early and at that kitchen table that there are ways of avoiding, without guilt, the commitments of love.
P. D. James