Behind me the past was darker than I had known it, not only irrecoverable, but unexplored, unexplorable. - Rebecca West

That is the great handicap of sexual love, that lovers can share everything except what explains the past, of which their enjoyment is a part.

I will be­lieve that the bat­tle of fem­i­nism is over, and that the fe­male has reached a po­si­tion of equal­ity with the male, when I hear that a coun­try has al­lowed it­self to be turned up­side-down and led to the brink of war by its pas­sion for a to­tally bald woman writer.

Honour often seems a highly artificial convention, but life in any level of society where it has been abandoned astonishes by its tortuousness