The Diary of Anne Frank

by Anne Frank

In my imagination the man who I thought was trying to get in had been growing and growing in size until in the end he appeared to be a giant and the greatest fascist that ever walked the earth.

That is where I start and finish, because Kitty is always patient. I'll promise her that I shall persevere, despite everything, and find my own way through it all, and swallow my tears.

I simply can't imagine that the world will ever be normal for us again. I do talk about "after the war," but then it is only a castle in the air, something that will never really happen.

In order to give me the feeling of calling my mother something that sounds like "Mom," I often call her" Momsy." Sometimes I shorten it to "Moms"; an imperfect "Mom." I wish I could honor her by removing the "s." It's a good thing she doesn't realize this, since it would only make her unhappy.

What a silly ass I am! I am quite forgetting that I have never told you the history of myself and all my boyfriends.

Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still, I sometimes think it's horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.

God has not left me alone and will not leave me alone. Yours, Anne

I want to go on living even after my death! And therefore, I am grateful to God for giving me this gift, this possibility of developing myself and of writing, of expressing all that is in me.

Surely the time will come when we are people again, and not just Jews.

Why should millions be spent daily on the war and yet there's not a penny available for medical services, artists, or for poor people? Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

Yet I keep them, because despite everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.