I wouldn't mind being labeled as "angry," if it wasn't used once again to denigrate and belittle.

...yet a memory cannot be trusted, for so much of the experience of the past is determined by the experience of the present.

Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamplight. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.

I've never let the criticism deter me.

No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.

Someone who knew me well once accused me of being unromantic. And that's probably true: I don't trust romance.

I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don't wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed.