They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.