Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
