A psychiatrist does not want you to wake up. He tells you to dream some more, to find the pond and pour more tears into it. And really, he's just another bird drinking from your misery.

Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.

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.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

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

Her education only made her unhappy thinking about it - that no matter how much she changed her life, she could not change the world that surrounded her.

You can't have intentions without consequences. The question is, who pays for the consequences? Saving fish from drowning. Same thing. Who’s saved? Who’s not?