We don't need to talk. We need to love.
Perhaps you're not crazy, but you're very creative.
Sometimes we have to run away from ourselves in order to find ourselves.
Our parents don't know us... They can't know us. We hide ourselves from them. Once they knew everything about us and in order to escape them we keep out secrets, our private selves.
Why does naming a thing give it so much power?
Sometimes when daughters have a bad-girl mother, they rebel and become good girls. They are constantly embarrassed by me!