Gluttony And Idleness Are Two

Being A Monarchist - Saying That One Small Group Is Born More Worthy Of Respect Than Another - Is Just As Warped And Strange As Being A Racist.

In My Third Husband I Had Discovered A Blissfully Laid-back Type Who Thought It Nothing Less Than Hilarious When I Misread The Map On The Way To Wales, So It Took Us An Extra Three Hours, Or When I Was Sick In A Plastic Carrier Bag During Much Of The Drive Back From Devon - A Bag That Turned Out To Have A Hole In It.

It Seems That One Moment I Was This Little Kid Only Caring About Animals And Flowers And Stuff, And Then The Next Minute I Was This Raging Stew Of Hormones. I Don't Know If You've Ever Been A Raging Stew Of Anything, But I Wouldn't Particularly Recommend It.

A Cynic Should Never Marry An Idealist. For The Cynic, Marriage Represents The Welcome End Of Romantic Life, With All Its Agony And Ecstasy. But For The Idealist, It Is Only The Beginning.

As A Child, I Wanted Only Two Things - To Be Left Alone To Read My Library Books, And To Get Away From My Provincial Hometown And Go To London To Be A Writer. And I Always Knew That When I Got There, I Wanted To Make Loads Of Money.