Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.

I don't mind if you forget me. Having learned my lesson, I never left an impression on anyone.

Whenever I’d over­hear how people found me to be ‘a bit much’ (which is the gentle way of say­ing the word ‘unbear­able’), I under­stood why. To myself I would say: Well, yes of course I’m a bit much — if I weren’t, I would not be lit up by so many lights.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

I think I'm a realist. Which people who don't like me consider to be pessimism. It isn't pessimism at all. If I was a pessimist I wouldn't get up, I wouldn't shave, I wouldn't watch Batman at 7:30 a.m. Pessimists just don't do that sort of thing.