Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.

Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness

He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said.

The ‘equilibrium’ that people see in me is really an illusion. I am as flawed as anyone. It’s only that I seem to have the knack of hiding.

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.