Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.

The way to write well is to live intensely.

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be accomplished. Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated. The whole of the mind must lie wide open if we are to get the sense that the

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.

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.