Trying to write is very much like trying to put a Chinese puzzle together. We have a pattern in mind which we wish to work out in words; but the words will not fit the spaces, or, if they do, they will not match the design.

It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.

There will never be another now - I'll make the most of today. There will never be another me - I'll make the most of myself.

I don't want to live in a hand -me -down world of others' experiences. I want to write about me, my discoveries, my fears, my feelings, about me.

If I write what my soul thinks it will be visible, and the words will be its body.