We No More Forget The Faces Of

The Knives Of Jealousy Are Honed On Details.

There Must Be A Routine To Life, A Framework To Hang Life On. Routines Were What Kept You Sane, Gave You Something To Do At This Moment And At That, Definite Places To Go, Positive Things To Do. Abandon It And That Way Madness Lies.

Growing Old Is Not All Sweetness And Light. Old Women Especially Are Invisible.

The English, Although Partakers In The Most Variable And Quixotic Climate In The World, Never Become Used To Its Vagaries, But Comment Upon Them With Shock And Resentment As If All Their Lives Had Been Spent In The Predictable Monsoon.

I Can't Exist Without Books.