Self-love Seems So Often Unrequited.

There Is, After All, No Pleasure Like That Given By A Woman Who Really Wants To See You.

I Get A Warm Feeling Among My Books.

[t]here Is No Greater Sign Of Innate Misery Than A Love Of Teasing.

Dinner At The Huntercombes' Possessed Only Two Dramatic Features - The Wine Was A Farce And The Food A Tragedy.

The Whole Idea Of Interviews Is In Itself Absurd - One Cannot Answer Deep Questions About What One's Life Was Like - One Writes Novels About It.