I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?

You have to trust someone before you can have rituals with them.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with a man. To be so intimate with another person. Not to hide anything. I don’t know if I could do that. It would have to be a boy anyway, not a grown man, someone as scared as me.

I have always been intrigued by the journals that girls keep. They are like dollhouses. Once you look inside them, the rest of the world seems very far away, even unbelievable. If only we had the power to keep outside ourselves at such moments, we would spare ourselves so much pain and fear. I'm not talking about truth or falsehood but about surviving.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.