“Love seemed all the sweeter when it was misunderstood, condemned by the outside world.”
“There’s the you that you present to the world, and then there’s, of course, the real one. And if you’re lucky, there’s not a huge difference between those two people.”
“Their house had real hard-cover books in it, and you often saw them lying open on the sofa, the words still warm from being read.”
“…but that’s the terrible power of a diary: it not only calls forth the person you used to be but rubs your nose in him, reminding you that not all change is evolutionary. More often than not, you didn’t learn from your mistakes. You didn’t get wiser but simply older…”
“As a child I assumed that when I reached adulthood, I would have grown-up thoughts. By this I meant that I would stop living in a fantasy world; that, while standing in line for a hamburger or my shot at the ATM, I would not daydream about befriending a gorilla or inventing a pill that would make hair waterproof. In this regard too, my diaries have proven me wrong. All I do is think up impossible situations: here I am milking a panda, then performing surgery, then clearing the state of Arizona with a tidal wave.”
