What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

Lord, how tired one gets of one's own writing.

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.