It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

I am inclined to think that eating is a private thing and should be done alone, like other bodily functions.

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.

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

What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

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.