I consider social skills a bit like learning a language. I've been practising it for so long over so many years I've almost lost my accent.

I changed my name because it didn't fit with the way I saw myself.

I thought of the infinitely many points that can divide the space between two human hearts.

I certainly have routines in my day-to-day life that are important to me and still give me feelings of security and control, but the capacity to break out of them every so often as I travel has given me a second wind.

The human brain is like a memory system that records every thing that happens to us and makes intelligent predictions based on those experiences.

I love music. I have a fondness for Chopin, and I very much like his 'Raindrop Prelude.'

My mother is not a model. She is not perfect. That awareness is part of learning to love someone. Predicting the actions of someone is an act of love. We persist, even when we get it wrong. That's the beauty of love.