What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.

...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.