The Devil's Out Of Fashion.

Just To Be In Love Seemed The Most Blissful Luxury I Had Ever Known. The Thought Came To Me That Perhaps It Is The Loving That Counts, Not The Being Loved In Return -- That Perhaps True Loving Can Never Know Anything But Happiness. For A Moment I Felt That I Had Discovered A Great Truth.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

Perhaps Watching Someone You Love Suffer Can Teach You Even More Than Suffering Yourself Can.

When I Read A Book, I Put In All The Imagination I Can, So That It Is Almost Like Writing The Book As Well As Reading It - Or Rather, It Is Like Living It. It Makes Reading So Much More Exciting, But I Don't Suppose Many People Try To Do It.

I Should Rather Like To Tear These Last Pages Out Of The Book. Shall I? No-a Journal Ought Not To Cheat.