I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn't dwell on homesickness.

What can be said about chronic hunger. Perhaps that there's a hunger that can make you sick with hunger. That it comes in addition to the hunger you already feel. That there is a hunger which is always new, which grows insatiably, which pounces on the never-ending old hunger that already took such effort to tame. How can you face the world if all you can say about yourself is that you're hungry.

Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate each other better. The more they hate each other, the more inseparable they become.

I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.

Who can take a single step with his head?

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.