“Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.”

“Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.”

“Writers should be read - but neither seen nor heard.”

“We can never go back again that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again and that sense of fear of furtive unrest... might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.”

“She could not separate success from peace of mind. The two must go together.”

“Happiness is not a possession to be prized it is a quality of thought a state of mind.”

“Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.”

“Women want love to be a novel. Men, a short story.”

“Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.”

“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”

“The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.”