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— Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding

Phil Kawana, Songs for my children

Jonice Webb, Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

{On November 1 by Franz kafka from the dairies of Franz Kafka 1910-1923}

[ID: November 2. Vague hope, vague confidence. END ID]

[ID: October 6. Various types of nervousness. I think noises can no longer disturb me, though to be sure I am not doing any work now. Of course, the deeper one digs one's pit, the quieter it becomes, the less fearful one becomes, the quieter it becores. End ID]

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Virginia Woolf, from A Room of One’s Own

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

-Angela Carter

[ID: October 3. The same sort of night, but fell asleep with even more difficulty. While falling asleep a vertically moving pain in my head over the bridge of the nose, as though from a wrinkle too sharply pressed into my forehead. End ID]

[ID: Again it was the power of my dreams, shining forth into wakefulness even before I fall asleep, which did not let me sleep. In the evening and the morning my consciousness of the creative abilities in me is more than I can encompass. I feel shaken to the core of my being and can get out of myself whatever I desire. END ID]