You’re not going to cry, are you? - I am not going to cry! Not over you. Not in a thousand years.

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.

Marriage can wait, education cannot.

I don't know whom or what he was defying. [...] [M]aybe the God he had never believed in.

It was you Nabi. It was always you. Didn't you know?

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.