The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.

Character is fate.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Your room is not your prison. You are.