“Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.”
“Don't try to tell me what I am because I know what I am not”
“I've never understood it. That is always the first thing someone asks: Where are you from. Not 'What do you like?' or 'What do you believe?' or even 'What is your mother like?' which all have more bearing on the person I am. And if I don't tell them where I'm from, they try to guess.... It drives them mad, as if to know me they need to know where I am from.”
“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.”
“I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.”
“I am not an expert at praying, as you know. But can you please help me? I am in desperate need of help. I don't know what to do. I need an answer. Please tell me what to do...”