“But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life I'll end up by believing it.”

“I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you, and I'll die knowing I still didn't do enough.”

“I've lost a lot in my long life. Yes, I've seen pain and I've seen strife. But I'll never give up; I'll never let go. Because I'll always have my ray of hope.”

“But how ridiculous that I should bereft simply because I couldn’t spend hours in my world of make-believe! Wasn’t the reality of my life interesting enough? This is surely the time to let go of grievances, I told myself sternly. What good does it do to dwell on them? Brooding on a nest of grudges will only hatch more grief.”

“I'll go on writing till the end of my days. I have been writing too long to stop.”

“I suppose the truth is that, yes, I'm not odd enough not to have done the things I've ended up doing with my life.”