I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
My goal is not to be better than others, but to be better than myself.
You are deciding your life right now.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
I write to make sense of my own existence.
Every hour, she thinks, someone forges the rings, someone carves the cradle, someone loses the war.