Taylor found these experiences valuable, commenting "I learnt so much from these jobs and I have never regretted the time I spent at them." In 1936 she married John William Kendal Taylor, who worked in the confectionary business. In 1937 she gave birth to a son, Renny, and in 1941 to a daughter, Joanna. Elizabeth Taylor died of cancer on 19 November 1975. Her friend Liddell points out in
Elizabeth and Ivy (1986) that she died on her name day, the feast of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary.
Taylor chose to keep the facts of her personal life private, commenting in the New York Herald Tribune Book Review (11 October 1953): "I am always disconcerted when I am asked for my life story, for nothing sensational, thank heavens, has ever happened. I dislike much travel or change of environment, and prefer the days ... to come round almost the same, week after week." Such routine afforded Taylor the time to spend on her writing. Despite reticence about her personal life she was quite comfortable discussing the craft and process of her fiction. Her belief that "a writer cannot rest from continually observing and being assailed by impressions" is supported in her work, which pays careful attention to the routine details of daily life.
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