I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.

Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people.

Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.

You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.