Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

Unhappy people are dangerous.

Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.

What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

domestic work is the most elementary form of labor. It is suitable for those with the intelligence of rabbits. All it requires is cleanlines, tidiness and quickness - not moral or intellectual qualities at all, but merely the outward and visible signs of health.

I see the main problem of my life, and indeed anybody's life, as the balancing of competitive freedoms ... a sense of mutual obligations that have to be honored, and a legal system which can be trusted to step in when that sense fails.