At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defence. Without him I wouldn't be able to stick out here.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while my dearest friends have been knocked down or have fallen into a gutter somewhere out in the cold night. I get frightened when I think of close friends who have now been delivered into the hands of the cruelest brutes that walk the earth. And all because they are Jews!

I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

It's important for celebrities, environmentalists and world leaders to continue to increase education and eco-awareness through the forums provided to them naturally by virtue of being famous. Take inspiration from these words of wisdom from a Nazi-era teenager and concentration camp victim: "how wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world."

I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.