Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

And this is the truth. Because I may be only eighteen, but it already seems pretty obvious that the world is divided into two groups: the doers and the watchers. The people things happen to and the rest of us, who just sort of plod on with things. The Lulus and the Allysons. It never occurred to me that by pretending to be Lulu, I might slip into that other column, even for just a day.

C'est courageux d'aller dans l'inconnu': It is courageous to go into territory unknown.

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

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it. When you travel, you put yourself out there. It's not always great. Sometimes it's terrible. But other times ... [...] It's not so bad.