We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974
(now I’m even losing my name — it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
You don’t stop loving someone just because you hate them
Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy
I think I’ve always been half out of my shell and half in. Sometimes I can be extremely wild and sometimes I can be extremely shy. It just depends on the day.