But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
Women want love to be a novel. Men, a short story.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.