King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.

Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters.

It would have been impossible, completely and entirely, for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.