Good manners are very important, particularly in the morning.

Harriet never minded admitting she didn't know something. So what, she thought, I could always learn.

Good manners are very important, particularly in the morning.

Don't mess with anybody on a Monday. It's a bad, bad day.

I think maybe they're all right when they say there are some things I won't know anything about until I'm older. But if [love] makes you like to eat all kinds of wurst I'm not sure I'm going to like this.

She didn't care anymore... and she got no pleasure from the work she did, but she did it. Everything bored her. She found that when she didn't have a notebook it was hard for her to think. The thoughts came slowly, as though they had to squeeze through a tiny door to get to her, whereas when she wrote, they flowed out faster than she could put them down. She sat very stupidly with a blank mind until finall 'I feel different' came slowly to her mind. Yes, she thought, after a long pause. And then, after more time, 'Mean, I feel mean.

Life is a struggle and a good spy gets in there and fights.