Habit, Of Which Passion Must

Intimacies Between Women Often Go Backwards, Beginning In Revelations And Ending In Small Talk.

We Are Minor In Everything But Our Passions.

Memory Is To Love What The Saucer Is To The Cup.

Revenge Was A Very Wild Kind Of Justice.

Yes, Writing A Novel, My Boy, Is Like Driving Pigs To Market - You Have One Of Them Making A Bolt Down The Wrong Lane; Another Won't Get Over The Right Stile.