Children are unaccountable little creatures.

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count.

... I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

I feel I must live alone, alone, alone - with artists only to touch the door. Every artist cuts off his ear and nails it on the outside of the door for the others to shout into.