I stretched out my hand towards the little bookshelf where I kept cookery and devotional books, the most comfortable bedside reading.

Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

One did not drink sherry before the evening, just as one did not read a novel in the morning.

Jane felt that he would write from the depths of a wretchedness that would not necessarily be insincere because its outward signs were so theatrical. Pesumably attractive men and probably woman too must always be...

Oh, this coming back to an empty house,’ Rupert thought, when he had seen her safely up to her door. People – though perhaps it was only women – seemed to make so much of...

You know Mildred would never do anything wrong or foolish. I reflected a little sadly that this was only too true and hoped I did not appear too much that kind of person to others....