Bloody Christmas, Here Again, Let Us Raise

There Are So Many Kinds Of Awful Men One Can't Avoid Them All. She Often Said She'd Never Make The Same Mistake Again: She Always Made A New Mistake Instead.

When A Poem Doesn't Work, The First Question To Ask Yourself Is, 'am I Telling The Truth?'

My Heart Has Made Its Mind Up And I'm Afraid It's You.

I Think It's A Question Which Particularly Arises Over Women Writers: Whether It's Better To Have A Happy Life Or A Good Supply Of Tragic Plots.

Write To Amuse? What An Appalling Suggestion! I Write To Make People Anxious And Miserable And To Worsen Their Indigestion.