I Could Marry The Devil

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

Cruel Blows Of Fate Call For Extreme Kindness In The Family Circle.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

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