People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

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?

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

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.

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.

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.