“Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.”

“Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.”

“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

“The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

“Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.”

“...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.”