Small Things Amuse Small Minds.

Anna Was Saying To Herself: Why Do I Always Have This Awful Need To Make Other People See Things As I Do? It's Childish, Why Should They? What It Amounts To Is That I'm Scared Of Being Alone In What I Feel.

Music Attacks My Inner Ear Like An Antagonist, It's Not My World.

Basic Facts Tend Always To Be Those Most Easily Overlooked.

For There Is Never Any Way To Go But In.

My Mother Was A Woman Who Was Very Frustrated. She Had A Great Deal Of Ability, And All This Energy Went Into Me And My Brother.