Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.

Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know.