No One Ever Was The Poorer For

Writing In A Diary Is A Really Strange Experience For Someone Like Me. Not Only Because I’ve Never Written Anything Before, But Also Because It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year Old School Girl. Oh Well, It Doesn’t Matter. I Feel Like Writing.

I Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!

There's In People Simply An Urge To Destroy, An Urge To Kill, To Murder And Rage, And Until All Mankind, Without Exception, Undergoes A Great Change, Wars Will Be Waged, Everything That Has Been Built Up, Cultivated, And Grown Will Be Destroyed And Disfigured, After Which Mankind Will Have To Begin All Over Again

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

It Must Be Awful To Feel You're Not Needed.