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Il faut aussi que tu n’ailles point / Choisir tes mots sans quelque méprise.
I cannot and do not live in the world of discretion, not as a writer, anyway. I would prefer to, I assure you—it would make life easier. But discretion is, unfortunately, not for novelists.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become.
Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.
