I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.
P. D. JamesThe weekend break had begun with the usual resentment and had continued with half-repressed ill humour. It was, of course, his fault. He had been more ready to hurt his wife's feelings and deprive his daughter than inconvenience a pub bar full of strangers. He wished there could be one memory of his dead child which wasn't tainted with guilt and regret.
P. D. JamesOpen your mind to new experiences, particularly to the study of other ยญpeople. Nothing that happens to a writer โ however happy, however tragic โ is ever wasted.
P. D. JamesIt was reasonable to struggle, to suffer, perhaps even to die, for a more just, a more compassionate society, but not in a world with no future where, all to soon, the very words "justice," "compassion," "society," "struggle," "evil," would be unheard echoes on an empty air.
P. D. James