I Was Brought Up Among

I Was Brought Up Among The Sort Of Self-important Women Who Had A Husband As One Has An Alibi.

There Are Moments When You Feel Free, Moments When You Have Energy, Moments When You Have Hope, But You Can't Rely On Any Of These Things To See You Through. Circumstances Do That.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

Writing Novels Preserves You In A State Of Innocence - A Lot Passes You By - Simply Because Your Attention Is Otherwise Diverted.

Life Is A Pilgrimage And If You Don't Play By The Rules You Don't Find The Road To Damascus, You Find The Crown Of Thorns.