I Need To Write Down My Observations.

...by And By A Change Came: I Started To Muse About The Shape Of My Nose. I Put My Trivial Surroundings Aside And Mused More And More About Myself, And I Found This To Be A Bewitching Occupation. I Stopped Asking And Longed Instead To Speak Of My Thoughts And Feelings. Alas, There Was No One Besides Myself Who Found Me Interesting.

One Has To Discover Everything For Oneself. And Get Over It All Alone.

One Must Use The Night.

It's Funny About Love', Sophia Said. 'the More You Love Someone, The Less He Likes You Back.' 'that's Very True,' Grandmother Observed. 'and So What Do You Do?' 'you Go On Loving,' Said Sophia Threateningly. 'you Love Harder And Harder.

The Thing About God, She Thought, Is That He Usually Does Help, But Not Until You've Made An Effort On Your Own.