Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.