The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.
And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.
I used to pray to recover you.
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.