3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.
3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.
3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen Experience isn’t interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.
3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.
3 December 2020 Elizabeth Bowen Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible.
