Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.

Can I ask you a personal question"? Of all the rhetorical questions in the world, that is the one which irritates me most with its simultaneous gesture towards and denial of the trespass that is about to follow.

When you can be this, why are you ever anything else? - Broken Verses

Don't you know how much I hero-worshiped you when I was a kid? You were Marie Curie crossed with Emily Bronte crossed with Joan of Arc to me when I was ten. And when i told you that, you said my cultural references were the sign of a colonized mind.

Decisions. Where, what, why. Can't handle them. So I'm prolonging the indecision with higher education.

So many things you promise yourself you won't get used to, and then you do.