Perfection, In Anything, Is Unbearably Dull. Myself,

The Lovely Thing About Being Forty Is That You Can Appreciate Twenty-five-year-old Men More.

And Gradually His Memory Slipped A Little, As Memories Do, Even Those With So Much Love Attached To Them; As If There Is An Unconscious Healing Process Within The Mind Which Mends Up In Spite Of Our Desperate Determination Never To Forget.

My Husband Says It Is Very Good That I Have Very Tiny Feet, Because They're Easier To Get In My Mouth.

We're Working-class People, Which Means We Don't Get Rich Or Have Maids. Be Content With What You Are And What You Have.

When We Press The Thorn To Our Chest We Know, We Understand, And Still We Do It.