Picking Other People's Brains Is An Art

A Thirteen-year-old Is A Kaleidoscope Of Different Personalities, If Not In Most Ways A Mere Figment Of Her Own Imagination. At That Age, What And Who You Are Depends Largely On What Book You Happen To Be Reading At The Moment.

Prison Walls Are Meant Not Only To Keep Convicts In, But To Keep The Would-be Investigator Out.

Lifelong Enemies Are, I Think, As Hard To Make And As Important To One's Well-being As Lifelong Friends.

Enemies Are, To Me, As Important As Friends In My Life, And When They Die I Mourn Their Passing.

One Is Only Really Inwardly Comfortable, So To Speak, After One's Life Has Assumed Some Sort Of Shape. Not Just A Routine, Like Studying Or A Job Or Being A Housewife, But Something More Complete Than All Those, Which Would Include Goals Set By Oneself And A Circle Of Life-time Type Friends. I Think This Is One Of The Hardest Things To Achieve, In Fact Often Just Trying Doesn't Achieve It But Rather It Seems To Develop Almost By Accident.