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

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

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

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

Death is too much to ask of the living.

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.

Prayer's a very tricky business.