That's Her Secret, I Suppose. Everything That

Being A Teenager Is As Difficult As Living With One. And We've All Been There. Perhaps That's The Reason We're So Hard On Them.

I've Done Everything. All Of It. You Think It, I've Done It. All The Things You Never Dared, All The Things You Dream About, All The Things You Were Curious About And Then Forgot Because You Knew You Never Would. I Did 'em, I Did 'em Yesterday While You Were Still In Bed. What About You? When's It Gonna Be Your Turn?

In Terms Of Sheer Writing I Might Have Done Most Of My Work By 11. If You Get Up At 6:30 Or 7 You Can Get A Huge Amount Done By 11 And Have The Rest Of The Day Off If You Want To, Though I Have To Check My Accumulating E-mails. No One Ever Sends Me Horrible E-mails. Although Some Of My Books Are Supposed To Be Hated, No One Ever Tells Me.

Love Is A Secret Society, A Community For Two.

He'd Come Back, All Open And Helpless, And I Suppose That's What Won Her Around In The End. But It Was So Sad, Because It Was Being Himself That He Found So Difficult To Cope With.