I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.

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

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

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

I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.