When I think about our lives here, I.
This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.
This morning I was wondering whether you ever felt like a cow, having to chew my stale news over and over again until you're so fed up with the monotonous fare that you yawn and secretly wish Anne would dig up something new.
I want be a writer.
By nature he is more closed-up than I am, I agree, but I know - and from my own experience - that at some time or other even the most uncommunicative people long just as much, if not more, to find someone whom they can confide in.