The World Has Plenty Of Room, Riches,

I Feel Wicked Sleeping In A Warm Bed, While My Dearest Friends Have Been Knocked Down Or Have Fallen Into A Gutter Somewhere Out In The Cold Night. I Get Frightened When I Think Of Close Friends Who Have Now Been Delivered Into The Hands Of The Cruelest Brutes That Walk The Earth. And All Because They Are Jews!

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair; I Regard Our Hiding As A Dangerous Adventure, Romantic And Interesting At The Same Time. In My Diary I Treat All The Privations As Amusing. I Have Made Up My Mind Now To Lead A Different Life From Other Girls And, Later On, Different From Ordinary Housewives. My Start Has Been So Very Full Of Interest, And That Is The Sole Reason Why I Have To Laugh At The Humorous Side Of The Most Dangerous Moments.

Bolkenstein, A Minister, Was Speaking On The Dutch Programme From London, And He Said That They Ought To Make A Collection Of Diaries And Letters After The War. Of Course, They All Made A Rush At My Diary Immediately. Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

I Never Utter My Real Feelings About Anything. My Lighter, Superficial Side Will Always Be Too Quick For The Deeper Side Of Me, And That's Why It Always Wins.

We Aren't Allowed To Have Any Opinions. People Can Tell You To Keep Your Mouth Shut, But It Doesn't Stop You Having Your Own Opinion. Even If People Are Still Very Young, They Shouldn't Be Prevented From Saying What They Think.