Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

Read Widely Of Others' Experiences, Even If It'd Be More Comfortable To Snuggle Back In The Comforting Cotton-wool Of Blissful Ignorance.

And I Identify Too Closely With My Reading, With My Writing.

I Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover, And That I Would Never Learn A Word Of Shorthand. If I Never Learned Shorthand I Would Never Have To Use It.

If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much Happier.