But now I give in, let the anger surge. I'm sick of people acting like this world, this other world is the normal one, while I'm the freak. It's not fair; like all the rules have suddenly changed and somebody forgot to tell me.

There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action.

I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.

Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin with a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a vibration . . . And God created the whole universe from an atom no bigger than a thought.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.