Novel Writing Is A Kind Of Private

I Stretched Out My Hand Towards The Little Bookshelf Where I Kept Cookery And Devotional Books, The Most Comfortable Bedside Reading.

Oh, This Coming Back To An Empty House,' Rupert Thought, When He Had Seen Her Safely Up To Her Door. People - Though Perhaps It Was Only Women - Seemed To Make So Much Of It. As If Life Itself Were Not As Empty As The House One Was Coming Back To.

There Are Some Things Too Dreadful To Be Revealed, And It Is Even More Dreadful How, In Spite Of Our Better Instincts,we Long To Know About Them.

There Are Various Ways Of Mending A Broken Heart, But Perhaps Going To A Learned Conference Is One Of The More Unusual.

Once Outside The Magic Circle The Writers Became Their Lonely Selves, Pondering On Poems, Observing Their Fellow Men Ruthlessly, Putting People They Knew Into Novels; No Wonder They Were Without Friends.