When I First Thought About

I Have Found It Impossible To Talk To Anyone About My Problems. I Couldn't Face The Embarrassment, And Anyway I Lack The Courage. Any Courage I Had Was Knocked Out Of Me When I Was Young. But Now, All Of Sudden I Have A Sort Of Desperate Wish To Tell Everything To Somebody.

By The Time I Am Nearing The End Of A Story, The First Part Will Have Been Reread And Altered And Corrected At Least One Hundred And Fifty Times. I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed. Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting. I Am Positive Of This.

I Am Totally Convinced That Most Grown-ups Have Completely Forgotten What Is It Like To Be A Child Between The Ages Of Five And Then... I Can Remember Exactly What It Was Like. I Am Certain I Can.

I Shall Never Have A Bath Again," I Said. "just Dont Have One Too Often," My Grandmother Said. "once A Month Is Quite Enough For A Sensible Child." It Was At Times Like These That I Loved My Grandmother More Than Ever.

But There Was One Other Thing That The Grown-ups Also Knew, And It Was This: That However Small The Chance Might Be Of Striking Lucky, The Chance Is There. The Chance Had To Be There.