Virginia Woolf

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.

In a small spacecraft, it was hard for the other two guys to sleep when the on-duty man was talking to Mission Control regularly.

No animal should ever jump up on the dining-room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation.