We no more forget the faces of our enemies than of those we love.
I try, and I think I succeed, in making my readers feel sorry for my psychopaths, because I do.
The worst has happened ... it's rather liberating.
we dislike those we've injured.
Nobody really lives in the present.
the English, although partakers in the most variable and quixotic climate in the world, never become used to its vagaries, but comment upon them with shock and resentment as if all their lives had been spent in the predictable monsoon.