When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love.

Knowing someone’s name meant knowing that the other person was a human being and not “the enemy.” Knowing someone’s name transformed him into a unique and special individual, with a past and a future, with ancestors and possibly descendants, a person who has known triumphs and failures. People are their names; they’re proud of them; they repeat them thousands of times in their lifetime and identify with them. It’s the first word they learn after “Daddy” and “Mummy.

She hated the love she had been given, because it had asked for nothing in return, which was absurd, unreal, against the laws of nature

Hatred. Something almost as physical as walls, pianos, or nurses.

Impossible is just an opinion.

I hate knowing about illness. Whenever I read a medical book, I immediately start to get all the symptoms.

I prefer to be crazy and happy rather than normal and bitter.

When you say 'yes' to others, make sure you are not saying 'no' to yourself.

Love with no boundaries. Your future depends on your capacity to love.