Real Life Seems To Have No Plots.

[on Writing:] What A Difficult Kind Of Work To Choose! But Of Course One Did Not Choose It. There Was No Choice.

We Do Not Discuss The Members Of Our Family To Their Faces.

Most Of The Pleasure Of Making A Book Would Go If It Held Nothing To Be Shared By Other People. I Would Write For A Few Dozen People, And Sometimes It Seems That I Do So, But I Would Not Write For No-one.

Anyone Who Picks Up A Compton-burnett Finds It Very Hard Not To Put It Down.

Parents Have Too Little Respect For Their Children, Just As The Children Have Too Much For The Parents.