“I was nothing if not determined; at least twice a week I would wear bright, pretty clothes. I was afraid if I didn’t, I’d forget who I was. I’d turn into what I felt like: a grungy, weapon-bearing, pissy, resentful vengeance-hungry bitch.”
“And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.”
“I felt free to like all three of these men now, because I’d realized I didn’t have to become them.”
“If I were deaf, I’d wear loud clothing. My clothes would also be covered in coffee stains, because Helen Keller is my hero.”
“I went into physics to hang around with the bright kids. I wasn’t doing anything else and I didn’t want to look dumb, so I thought I’d pretend to be a physicist, just like the others. It was five or ten years after my Ph.D. before I realized I was pretty good.”
“If I were among midgets I didn’t know, I’d be afraid they’d see I was uncomfortable making small talk.”