My Mother Was Dead For Five Years

A Room Of One's Own Isn't Nearly Enough. A House, Or, Best, An Island Of One's Own.

I Am Suspicious Of Guilt In Myself And In Other People; It Is Usually A Way Of Not Thinking, Or Of Announcing One's Own Fine Sensibilities The Better To Be Rid Of Them Fast.

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You. And Nobody Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It. Wanting Some Other Way To Live Is Proof Enough Of Deserving It. Having It Is Hard Work, But Not Having It Is Sheer Hell.

God Forgives Those Who Invent What They Need.

Guilt Is Often An Excuse For Not Thinking.