Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.

I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

Don't be too assuming, it doesn't get you anywhere.

Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible!