My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didnt always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.

I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn't realize that there is something called originality and your own voice.

Chaos is the penance for leisure.

We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

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

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.