Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

Without willing it, I had gone from being ignorant of being ignorant to being aware of being aware.

I became something they couldn’t imagine, something they would have kept me from becoming, and that, it seems to me, was always in my nature to become.

My "act" has ended by becoming an integral part of my nature, I told myself. It's no longer an act. My knowledge that I am masquerading as a normal person has even corroded whatever of normality I originally possessed, ending by making me tell myself over and over again that it too was nothing but a pretense of normality. To say it another way, I'm becoming the sort of person who can't believe in anything except the counterfeit.

You leave me much against my will.

What is abnormal is that I am normal. That I survived the Holocaust and went on to love beautiful girls, to talk, to write, to have toast and tea and live my life — that is what is abnormal.

In order to control myself I must first accept myself by going with and not against my nature.

For rebelling against every form of authority fate has punished me by making me an authority.

I have taken to living by my wits.

I decided to experiment with normality.

There had to have been a moment when this had become the new normal.

I am what I have become

I returned to my existence, the existence I had chosen instead of you.

I'm not so weird to me.