I don't very often read novels.

I cannot be understood in three minutes.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.

As I entered this world, I would leave behind the nurturing of my family and my home, but in another sense I would take their protection with me. The lessons I had learned, the feelings of groundedness and belonging that have been woven into my character there, would be my companions on the journey.

Every new fashion is a form of rebellion.

I defend myself by improving myself.

I am the me I choose to be.