In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.
The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just.
I was brought up among the sort of self-important women who had a husband as one has an alibi
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
Existentialism is about being a saint without God; being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society.
A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.
A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.
Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.
It is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. hares have no time to read.
Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.
You never know what you will learn till you start writing. Then you discover truths you never knew existed.
[...] death is only a small interruption.
Literature for me was a magnificent destiny for which I was not yet fully prepared. 76
Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything.
Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature
[...] no man is free of his own history.
And without understanding, could each properly love the other?
A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.
You can never betray the people who are dead, so you go on being a public Jew; the dead can't answer slurs, but I'm here. I would love to think that Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, but he doesn't.
In real life, of course, it is the hare that wins. Every time. Look around you.
Life... is not simply a series of exciting new ventures. The future is not always a whole new ball game. There tends to be unfinished business. One trails all sorts of things around with one, things that simply won't be got rid of.
Old men should have more care to end life well than to live long.
No blame should attach to telling the truth. But it does, it does.
What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.