Was It Possible That I Was, In

True Intelligence Requires Fabulous Imagination.

The Anticipation And Dread He Felt At Seeing Her Was Also A Kind Of Sensual Pleasure, And Surrounding It, Like An Embrace, Was A General Elation--it Might Hurt, It Was Horribly Inconvenient, No Good Might Come Of It, But He Had Found Out For Himself What It Was To Be In Love, And It Thrilled Him.

I Actually Find Novels That Are Determined To Be Funny At Every Turn Quite Oppressive.

No One Knew About The Squirrel’s Skull Beneath Briony Bed, But No One Wanted To Know.

I Want To Live In A Place Where Strangers Rush To Help Someone In Distress.