One Isn’t Born One’s Self. One Is

Life Doesn't Have A Neat Beginning And A Tidy End; Life Is Always Going On. You Should Begin In The Middle And End In The Middle, And It Should Be All There.

I Read A Piece Of Writing And Within A Paragraph Or Two I Know Whether It Is By A Woman Or Not.

In Our Island Myth This Was The Prescribed End Of Marriages Like Mine: The Wife Goes Off With Someone From The Cercle Sportif, Outside Whose Gates At Night The Willingly Betrayed Husband Waits In His Motorcar. The Circumstances Were Slightly.

An Autobiography Can Distort; Facts Can Be Realigned. But Fiction Never Lies: It Reveals The Writer Totally.

Men Need History; It Helps Them To Have An Idea Of Who They Are. But History, Like Sanctity, Can Reside In The Heart; It Is Enough That There Is Something There.