I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

I admire Bruce Springsteen because he's a heroic person who has lots of integrity and has this incredible body of work that is so vital.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.

The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence.

In life, single women are the most vulnerable adults. In movies, they are given imaginary power.

When the storm runs out of breath, a rainbow is born.

Flow is something the reader experiences, not the writer.

As llamas have never heard of oxygen, they do not miss it.

As far as I was concerned, a little danger of head-shrinking is a small price to pay in return for a people who have remained true to an ancient code.

Both men and women should feel free to be sensitive. Both men and women should feel free to be strong…it is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum not as two opposing sets of ideas.

I don’t mind being alone either. The only problem is that if you’re always alone, you get lonely.

If your life had lyrics, would they be any good?

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

I'm a very, very handsome man, and have had to come to terms with it... um, do I like the way I look? In the right light, and with a following wind.