Books, Cats, Life Is Good.

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

Ideally, If Anything [was] Any Good, It Would Be Indescribable.

The Helpful Thought For Which You Look Is Written Somewhere In A Book.

I Don't Know What It Is I'm Doing. But It's Not That. Despite All Evidence To The Contrary.

There Are So Many Things We've Been Brought Up To Believe That It Takes You An Awfully Long Time To Realize That They Aren't You.