I had changed, and gone on changing, but I did not fully remember how it had begun, or understand why.
Some people make tunes, but it is lines that run like moving messages through my head. Whatever else I am saying and doing often has no bearing on this inner, verbal life.
I was frightened of myself, I seemed to have no control over my thoughts and feelings, it was like a sort of madness…
I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.
It is okay to climb as long as you are not afraid, because being afraid is what made you fall
The moment had gone. I carried my secrets still with me, and they were hard, heavy, bitter things.
We are not punished for our sins, we are punished by them. We can’t live with guilt for the whole of our lives..
I walked up the stairs and hesitated at the open door.
Your world may think what it chooses…but really, opinion and gossip count for nothing at all against truth…
It’s easy to write a short story and frighten people for five pages, but to work at length, when you do it as in ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ or ‘A Christmas Carol,’ it’s different; you have to build it and build it.