They Had Both Noticed That A Life

We Pity People Too Often For The Wrong Reasons.

I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

Writing, In Any Sense That Matters, Cannot Be Taught. It Can Only Be Learned By Each Separate One Of Us In His Own Way, By The Use Of His Own Powers Of Imagination And Perception, The Ability To Learn The Lessons He Has Set For Himself.

We Know That The Furies Do Not Come Uninvited.

In This Moment She Felt That She Had Been Robbed Of An Enormous Number Of Valuable Things, Whether Material Or Intangible: Things Lost Or Broken By Her Own Fault, Things She Had Forgotten And Left In Houses When She Moved: Books Borrowed From Her And Not Returned, Journeys She Had Planned And Had Not Made, Words She Had Waited To Hear Spoken To Her And Had Not Heard, And The Words She Meant To Answer With. . . .