Each instant was different and new and unrepeatable. That was the very nature of time, ceaselessly realizing itself, in every life.
Life, Time
I had a real life completely separate from beliefs, from the common reality made up of shared beliefs...
Life, Reality, Beliefs
I was sole keeper and mistress of the impossible. I possessed the keys to pain.
Pain, I
I don't know who explained this rule to me; maybe it was the product of my own speculations and fantasies. That would have been typical: I was always inventing stories and machinations to make sense of things I didn't understand, and I understood almost nothing.
Understanding, Creativity