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.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.

Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

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

Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).

If you love people, you take them on trust.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.