I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.