It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
P. D. Jamesthe most successful marriages were always based on both partners feeling that they had done rather well for themselves.
P. D. JamesI still occasionally need to struggle but I now fear it less. The weapons I fight it with are also my consolations: books, music, food, wine, nature.
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. James