Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

I have sometimes dreamt ... that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards -- their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble -- the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when He sees us coming with our books under our arms, "Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.