No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

It depends on which reality you take and which reality I take.” (p. 318).

I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.