I Had An Occasional Flash Of Understanding,

They Mustn't Know My Despair, I Can't Let Them See The Wounds Which They Have Caused, I Couldn't Bear Their Sympathy And Their Kind-hearted Jokes, It Would Only Make Me Want To Scream All The More. If I Talk, Everyone Thinks I'm Showing Off; When I'm Silent They Think I'm Ridiculous; Rude If I Answer, Sly If I Get A Good Idea, Lazy If I'm Tired, Selfish If I Eat A Mouthful More Than I Should, Stupid, Cowardly, Crafty, Etc. Etc.

I'm Sentimental--i Know. I'm Desperate And Silly--i Know That Too. Oh, Help Me!

Ordinary People Don't Know How Much Books Can Mean To Someone Who's Cooped Up.

No One Ever Became Poor From Giving.

Even When I Was Older, I Couldn't Stop Asking Questions.