Death Is Only A Small Interruption.

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.

Good Women Always Think It Is Their Fault When Someone Else Is Being Offensive. Bad Women Never Take The Blame For Anything.

I Think You Always Feel Braver In Another Language.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

To Remain Pure, A Novel Has To Cast A Moral Puzzle. Anything Else Is Mere Negotiation.