Drink very good tea out of a thin Wocester cup of colour between apricot and pink.

Most grown people are like icebergs, three-tenths showing, seven-tenths submerged - that is why a collision with one of them is unexpectedly hurtful.

In good company your thoughts run, in solitude your thought is still ... In talk your mind can be stretched, widened, exhilarated to heights, but it cannot be deepened; you have to deepen it yourself.

For an author nothing is as dead as a book once it is written.

With everything that happens to you, with everyone you meet who is important to you, you either die a little or are born.

As one gets older being sad and miserable can become a bit of a habit. To counteract this, she suggests making a point of savoring such things as the tastiness of a piece of fruit, or other small things we might have been prone to overlook during our younger, busier days.

To me and my kind life itself is a story and we have to tell it in stories - that is the way it falls.