My first line of defense against reality is called sleep.

Every time I do it at least proves I can still do it.

Please don't lie to me,unless,you're sure I'll never find out the truth.

There's nothing on my mind that couldn't be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage.

There has been an alarming increase in the number of things you know nothing about.

The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.

You have a right to enjoy life, but only on your own time.