Briony Began To Understand The

At The Risk Of Sounding Like Virginia Woolf, I Could Live On £700 A Year.

You Enter A State Of Controlled Passivity, You Relax Your Grip And Accept That Even If Your Declared Intention Is To Justify The Ways Of God To Man, You Might End Up Interesting Your Readers Rather More In Satan.

She Sleepwalked From Moment To Moment, And Whole Months Slipped By Without Memory, Without Bearing The Faintest Imprint Of Her Conscious Will.

I Was An Intimate Sort Of Child Who Never Spoke Up In Groups. I Preferred Close Friends.

Novels Help Us To Resist The Temptation To Think Of The Past As Deficient.