Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose - and commit myself to - what is best for me.

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.

Hatred. Something almost as physical as walls, pianos, or nurses. She could almost touch the destructive energy leaking out of her body. She allowed the feeling to emerge, regardless of whether it was good or bad; she was sick of self-control, of masks, of appropriate behavior. Veronika wanted to spend her remaining two or three days of life behaving as inappropriately as she could.

ولا نعلم أن حَسْبُنا حركة من الشجاعة لاكتشاف حرّيتنا بتمامها

If only everyone could know and live with their inner craziness. Would the world be a worse place for it? No, people would be fairer and happier.

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it