I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

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.

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.

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