Chic Is A Convent For Unloved Women.

The Contents Of Someone's Bookcase Are Part Of His History, Like An Ancestral Portrait.

Travel Is Like Adultery: One Is Always Tempted To Be Unfaithful To One's Own Country. To Have Imagination Is Inevitably To Be Dissatisfied With Where You Live. There Is In Men, As Peter Quennell Said, "a Centrifugal Tendency." In Our Wanderlust, We Are Lovers Looking For Consummation.

For Years They Have Been Using The Role Of 'sex Object' As A Cover While They Spied Out The Land.

Paranoids Are The Only Ones Who Notice Things Anymore.

In Novels, I Said, People Are Transfigured By Love. They’re Elevated, Made Different, Lifted Out Of Their Ordinariness…it’s Not So Much To Ask, I Said. I Just Want Love To Live Up To Its Publicity.