You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.

In great memories there lies the seed of growth.

You see, there are some people that one loves, and others that perhaps one would rather be with.

Different people have different duties assigned them by Nature; Nature has given one the power or the desire to do this, the other that. Each bird must sing with his own throat.

If I cannot be myself in what I write, then the whole is nothing but lies and humbug.

NORA: I must stand on my own two feet if I'm to get to know myself and the world outside. That's why I can't stay here with you any longer.

To live is to war with trolls in heart and woul. To write is to sit in judgement on oneself.