Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions.

How wonderful it is that no one has to wait, but can start right now to gradually change the world!

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.

I simply can't imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about "after the war," but it's as if I'm talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

And you can always, always, give kindness