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.

...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold

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

Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.