I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.

You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.

Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.

Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.

I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.