I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.

I'm learning how to taste everything.

Why are you being so mean?""Friends tell friends the truth.""yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

Dr. StupidParker says that when I'm sad it really means I'm angry and when I'm angry it really means I'm afraid.

Eating was hard.Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

Why are you being so mean?”“Friends tell friends the truth.”“Yeah, but not to hurt. To help.

When we are most scared is the time to summon our clearest concentration and move forward, not back.

The only private sector industry where employees work with their lives on stake for the interest of common people is media industry.

I need to be touched emotionally and physically.

The Number our envious Persons, confirmation our capability.

I've always maintained that men were more romantic than women.

I usually start with a repulsive character and go on from there.

It isn't what people think that is important, but the reason they think what they think.

Two things help to keep one's job. First, let the boss think he's having his own way. Second, let him have it.

This is what language does: organize the world into manageable, and in some sense artificial, units that can then be inhabited and manipulated.

Just say yes and you'll figure it out afterwards.