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"Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests."
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"To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking."
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"Where else can we find happiness for a day other than from something that can offer momentary relief, something like the booze?"
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"No one loves us here, let's go to Mars."
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"I'm going out for a bottle of champagne. We're going to get bombed."
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"I think escapism is really important."
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"Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out."
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"But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary."
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"Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book."
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"I care not how humble your bookshelf may be, or how lonely the room which it adorns. Close the door of that room behind you, shut off with it all the cares of the outer world, plunge back into the soothing company of the great dead, and then you are through the magic portal into that fair land whither worry and vexation can follow you no more. You have left all that is vulgar and all that is sordid behind you. There stand your noble, silent comrades, waiting in their ranks. Pass your eye down their files. Choose your man. And then you have but to hold up your hand to him and away you go together into dreamland."
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"What was it that marked me as a woman and was I prepared to let it go?"
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"In the middle section of the book Mirabelle breaks into not one, but two houses near Belgravia Books. I had fun scoping these out - checking which windows looked least secure and figuring out how to scale the mews houses to the rear to get her inside. A man came out at one point, 'What are you doing?' he questioned me. 'The thing is, I'm writing a book,' I started with a smile. He waved me off, his hand as wide as a tennis racket. 'Everyone is writing a book, my dear,' he said. Between you and I, it's his house that MIrabelle ends up breaking into."
Writing
"Communism, I observed, "is a pile of wank."
Politics
"It took a certain kind of person to come from luxury and seek out danger."
Courage
"I'm accustomed to reading Georgian and Victorian letters and sometimes you simply know in your gut that a blithe sentence is covering up a deeper emotion."
Intuition
"Today is the anniversary of my husband's death," Maria announced. It was a dramatic statement, but the occasion seemed to demand it. "And I am going to leave."
Grief
"I am torn between the freedom of this adventure and the benefits of civilization despite its constraints."
Experience
"Writing is a profession that has no real career structure and your best advice when you hit a difficulty is probably going to come from another writer one or two rungs on the career ladder ahead of you."
Writing
"People who inspire such contradictory emotions must be worthwhile, I reasoned."
Relationship
"Books exist for me not as physical entities with pages and binding, but in the province of my mind."
Knowledge
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