Quotes from Paula Fox

She was thinking of the advantages she would have if only she were someone else.

One manor house remained unoccupied and unsold. It sat on a small rise, a menacing, ugly house, a barrow, deposited and deserted by some 1920's millionaire and left there to testify to the power of money to create a permanent and quarrelsome unloveliness.

He had, she remembered thinking, a certain kind of self-love, the kind that comes from poverty, perhaps, having nothing else to love. He was very poor, except for ex-wives, of which he had several, and he had many theories of how to manage a life which he described with the calm zealotry of one who has received truths from the sun.