Chic Is A Convent For Unloved Women.

Two People Making Love, She Once Said, Are Like One Drowned Person Resuscitating The Other.

Aphorisms Are Bad For Novels. They Stick In The Reader's Teeth.

To Be Misunderstood Can Be The Writer's Punishment For Having Disturbed The Reader's Peace. The Greater The Disturbance, The Greater The Possibility Of Misunderstanding.

Sometimes It Seems That We Might Have Been Happier If We Had Once Had An Aristocracy To Blame Everything On.

Paranoids Are The Only Ones Who Notice Things Anymore.