“Opening a book in the middle of a chapter always made me feel like I was interrupting a group of strangers, wandering unannounced into their villages and apartments and taxis and slums.”
“My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop to read it.”
“Every beginning, after all, is nothing but a sequel, and the book of events is always open in the middle.”
“I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I've always felt that I wasn't a member of any particular group.”
“He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.”
“For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.”