People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.

My Hand Is Very Tired But I Want To Go On Writing. I Keep Resting And Thinking. All Day I Have Been Two People - The Me Imprisoned In Yesterday And The Me Out Here On The Mound; And Now There Is A Third Me Trying To Get In - The Me In What Is Going To Happen Next.

I Have Found That Sitting In A Place Where You Have Never Sat Before Can Be Inspiring.

There Is Something Revolting About The Way Girls' Minds So Often Jump To Marriage Long Before They Jump To Love.

The Key To All Knowledge Comes In Words Of Just One Syllable, Apparently.... There's Only The Last Page Left To Write On. I'll Fill It With Words Of Just One Syllable. I Love. I Have Loved. I Will Love.