But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

Being different is not being odd

Until you begin to write, then you will see the beauty of writing.

What will you tell him?""The truth."Fortismer thinks about that."Yes, " he says at last. "Probably the best thing. Bloody deceptive, honesty.

Understand well as I may, my comprehension can only be an infinitesimal fraction of all I want to understand.

Sunlight will renew your pride.

However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.

I have always staged my fears as a way to transcend them.

I was a child who had a life, who had hopes, and I wished that a bomb would not fall on my head.

Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.

A certain strangeness, something of the blossoming of the aloe, is indeed an element in all true works of art: that they shall excite or surprise us is indispensable.