It Will Be A Pity If Women

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.

Writing Novels Preserves You In A State Of Innocence - A Lot Passes You By - Simply Because Your Attention Is Otherwise Diverted.

Romanticism Is Not Just A Mode; It Literally Eats Into Every Life. Women Will Never Get Rid Of Just Waiting For The Right Man.

I Am 46, And Have Been For Some Time Past.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.