A. S. Byatt
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonizing preoccupation with self.Iris Murdoch
- Despite the snow, despite the falling snow.
- Page 149.
- I shall from time to time write a small Clue - so that you may be the more thoroughly confounded.
- Page 178.
- And where may hide what came and loved our clay? as the Poet asked finely.
- Page 223.
- The poet being Robert Browning in Epilogue in his collection of poems Dramatis Personae.