If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be. #466
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all. #35
