I've always been a magnet for guilt.

There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying. Because you must. This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.

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

I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind. I not only had freedom of choice, I had freedom of expression.

The forbidden things were a great influence on my life. I was forbidden from reading A Catcher in the Rye.

Hope is the adrenalin of the soul.

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