When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.

Hardships can harden even the best person.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

Placing on writers the responsibility to represent a culture is an onerous burden.