Chapter 9

• I always believed change was a gradual process. Take for instance the budding of a flower. It took hours, months, for it to open up, for it to grow.
• It took exactly one hour for my life as I knew it to veer out of the the course of normality, perishing the idea I had of change. My whole life was changing and I could do nothing about it. And that terrified me.
• A lot of things terrified me, but none was greater than the fear of losing control. Of my world going Off. Kilter.