The diary entries are extracts from my spiritual journey, going back about twenty years.
No, I tell you this because I was told to tell it – by what you might call ‘ a higher authority’ – and truth is, the thought of how to tell it has taxed me for so many years.
Miss Garnet’s Angel, Sally Vickers
And so, we have another cold war! God I can’t stand it. I’m sick of trying to be tolerant, reasonable and understanding. What is the point? He’s a negative, self-pitying addict who counts the cost and resents every second he spends doing something for me. Why do I accept that? Am I so weak, so desperate? Where do we go from here? I don’t know.
