What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

I never forgive attacks on my work.

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.

When I teach people, I marry them.

... 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.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

How much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.