And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.

When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.

I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn't realize that there is something called originality and your own voice.

I saw a girl complaining that the pain of not being seen was unbearable... Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worse possible thing.