There is this quality, in things, of the right way seeming wrong at first.
Love preserves one moment for ever, the moment of its birth. The beloved never ages.
The sense of impending disaster hung over the garden like a chandelier.
And while there is life there is always the chance that something might happen.
We carry within ourselves the direction our lives will take. Within ourselves burn the timeless, fateful stars.
In London November isn't a month, it's a state of mind.
Unfortunately there are some trends that are changing this but you don't have for example as strict and narrow understanding of the relationship between men and women. And then there is the philosophy we have to extract in the relationship between text and culture.
Our approach is very much profiting from lack of change rather than from change
People come up to us and ask how we knew so much about their own family. . . I'm talking about people from faraway places, too. I get people from Turkey and Chile coming up to me and saying I wrote about their family.
Success has ruined many a man.