The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.

A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.

It is not so much the content of what one says as the way in which one says it. However important the thing you say, what's the good of it if not heard or, being heard, not felt?

I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.