You’ve got such nice hair, it seems a pity to dye it blue. - Iris Murdoch

There was something factitious and brittle and thereby utterly feminine about her charm which made me want to crush her, even to crunch her. She had a slight cast in one eye which gives her gaze a strange concentrated intensity. Her eyes sparkle, almost as if they were actually emitting sparks. She is electric. And she could run faster in very high-heeled shoes than any girl I ever met.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.