Experience isnt interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience. – Elizabeth Bowen
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. – Elizabeth Bowen
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies. – Elizabeth Bowen
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. – Elizabeth Bowen