I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don't like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don't want to be a robot!

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

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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

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