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

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

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.

Because for that day, I really did become Lulu. Maybe not from the film or the real Louise Brooks, but my own idea of what Lulu represented. Freedom. Daring. Adventure. Saying yes.

Travelling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it.

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

I want you to play me like a cello.