Were all like children. We may think we grow up, but to me, being grown up is death, stopping thinking, trying to find out things, going on learning. – Mary Wesley
Twenty years ago, I was living in a lovely cottage on the edge of Dartmoor but I couldnt afford to run a car. – Mary Wesley
Imagination which comes into play in falling in love is different from any other. Certainly in my case, and Ive fallen in love all my life, one imagines the person to be as you want them to be. They frequently turn out to be someone different, for better or worse. – Mary Wesley
I have deliberately left Sylvester and Julias appearances to the readers imagination. – Mary Wesley