When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.