“Sorry," she said. "I have a psychological disorder that prevents me from keeping thoughts inside my head where they belong. ”
“She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.”
“She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.”
“What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.”
“When I was a girl I had this strong feeling that I didn't belong anywhere,... It was in my head, what I thought and dreamt, what I believed..., that's where I belonged, that was my country.”
“I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry for it,' she said. 'But perhaps that pain will keep you from forgetting me.”