I can never remember things I didn't understand in the first place.

Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit.

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.

Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.

Hardships can harden even the best person.

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.