My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

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.

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

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young