“My dear,Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a batteringRamRunning all through the city,Shouting so madly inside and outAbout the ten thousand thingsThat do not matter?”
“Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, 'We will not be dictated to,' and went off and became stenographers.”
“Sometimes I think that the truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk towards truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take.”
“We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.”
“Sometimes I scare myself at how easily I slip inside my mind and live vicariously through these characters.”
“All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim.”