This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

You show you care, you die.You show you fear, you die.You show nothing, maybe you live.

Look. I have a strategy. Why expect anything? If you don’t expect anything, you don’t get disappointed.

Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.

Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up at me and my body spilled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next.

Simply to endure is to triumph.

When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there is so much to see.