The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed.

He had her in his heart, but not always in his mind.

It has historically been a comfort for the bourgeois and that you can read the most extreme books and not change. You can read A Christmas Carol and not change in any way.

Jerome said, It's like, a family doesn't work anymore when everyone in it is more miserable than they would be if they were alone, You know?

You say you want to talk, But you don't . You stonewall me.

I know to argue against our online lives seems like the argument of the grumpy, old Luddite novelist, but I really always try to make the argument from the perspective of personal pleasure.

This is what a woman is: unadorned, after children and work and age, and experience-these are the marks of living.