I Think It [religion] Is An Art,

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.

I Know All About The Facts Of Life, And I Don't Think Much Of Them.