Penelope Mortimer was born 19 September 1918, and died 19 October 1999.
- I began drinking because the thought that I was drinking gave me a kind of identity: each time I poured myself a brandy in the deserted afternoon I could say to myself ‘I am a woman who drinks’.
- When I was fourteen I had the world at my feet but somebody didn’t do their job properly and allowed me to sin.
- I was so grateful to anybody who loved me, that was the least I could do. I had a great longing to be loved.
- One dreads the relentlessness of getting older and going gaga.
- I have tried to be honest with you, although I suppose that you would really have been more interested in my not being honest. Some of these things happened, and some were dreams. They were all true, as I understood truth. They are all real, as I understood reality.
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