I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.
Rebecca WestMy memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.
Rebecca WestThere is, of course, no reason for the existence of the male sex except that one sometimes needs help with moving the piano.
Rebecca West