“How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?”

“How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?”

“The unreality of the past weeks lifted like a fog, but its residue remained. All of the past is like that, but most especially the parts that are out of the ordinary.”

“A thing is only as great as the amount a person is willing to risk for it. If you are not willing to risk anything, then the thing mustn't be so great at all.”