I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but I don't suppose many people try to do it.

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

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.