I don't feel like Nick's wife. I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

God says "within me lies opportunities and possibilities that misfortunes and impossibilities prevent you from seeing".

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

“If you are unwilling to change yourself for the best, your circumstances will alter you for the worst “

Written By Chantale Milord

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