“One unforeseen advantage of having a child was that it gave me the excuse to talk to myself to my heart's content and pretend it was for my daughters benefit.”
“The answer I gave myself and the oracle was that it was to my advantage to be as I am.”
“I want to be spoiled like a child. Cry to my heart's content. But I can only suppress my feelings...”
“My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.”
“My dear child...fault is an empty word. It is a coin with only one side. It is not a reason or an excuse.”
“This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.”