Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?