I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.

At an early school, when I was about 5, they asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. Everyone said silly things, and I said I wanted to be an actress. So that was what I wanted to be, but what I was, of course, was a writer.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

I began to feel lighthearted. Don't ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.

I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.