I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one.
She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.
Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.
Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.
Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world.