Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible.

Doubt, it seems to me, is the central condition of a human being in the twentieth century.

In the cookie of life, friends are the chocolate chips.

A thing that happens to migrants is that they lose many of the traditional things which root identity, which root the self.

I do think there was a period there when my sanity was under intense pressure, and I didn't know what to say or do or how to act. I was literally living from day to day.

Don't you know girls have to fool people every day of their lives if they want to get anywhere?

The frustrating part of being tagged 'controversial' is people go looking for trouble where there isn't any to look for.