I just finished reading Antonia Fraser's memoir of her life with Harold Pinter, Must You Go? I marvel at the honesty and the tenderness of Antonia's portrayal of her husband — and also at how they seemed to know everyone in the literary and political establishments. It reminds me of something I know but seldom think about: how small the world is at the top.
But my favorite line has nothing to do with literary lions or radical politics. It is instead this almost off-the-cuff observation Antonia made April 4, 1979: "My idea of happiness is to be alone in a room in a house full of people."
I've never heard it put quite that way, but I understand and agree. We must be alone in order to create; we must be with loved ones in order to live.