Whenever I get anxious and mess up what I have to say, am scared of people's stares and pretend not to be so, introduce myself to strangers and feign ignorance about how estranged I am from myself, feel hurt by the past and find it hard to admit the future won't be any better, or fail to come to terms with either where or who I am; at any one of these all too frequently recurring moments, I know I don't make much sense. But nonsense is just as far removed from deception as truth. As for nonsense, it solders deception and truth one to the other so much so as to make them indistinguishable.

Elif Shafak - The Flea Palace 2002