Our Lives Are Fashioned By Our Choices.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.

Who Would Ever Think That So Much Went On In The Soul Of A Young Girl?

Thinking About The Suffering Of Those You Hold Dear Can Reduce You To Tears; In Fact, You Could Spend The Whole Day Crying.

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.

I Want Something From Daddy That He Is Not Able To Give Me. ... It Is Only That I Long For Daddy's Real Love: Not Only As His Child, But For Me - Anne, Myself.