The cigar has been smoked out, and we are the ashes.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.

There is, perhaps, no greater hardship at present inflicted on mankind in civilised and free countries than the necessity of listening to sermons.

A low voice is an excellent thing in woman.

Those who are blindly led, blindly follow.

I have a horror of being in confined spaces. Potholing is my idea of hell.

Literary characters, like my grandmother's apparitions, are fragile beings, easily frightened; they must be treated with care so they will feel comfortable in my pages

Note to self: If you can't hear God when you pray, shut up.

Like a child who suddenly stops sobbing when he is clasped in the arms of his mother, such will be the grip of heaven upon our souls.

It's like, at the end, there's this surprise quiz: Am I proud of me? I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth what I paid?

No celebrity bullshit,no self promotion,an amazingly gifted player who remained an unaffected human being

Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.

There is nothing to do but be.

The commonsense rules of the "real world" are a fragile collection of socially reinforced illusions.