I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

Who can take a single step with his head?

In Romanian society, I am not particularly well-liked. I don't often receive invitations.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

Everyday brought me further away from other people, I had been placed out of the world's sight, as if in a cupboard, and I hoped it would stay that way. I developed a yearning for being alone, unkempt, untended.

In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".