Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.

I have wished you something None of the others would.

Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.