No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.

I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

Exploitation is a harsh word, I know that, but on a certain level, to me that is the central Hollywood story.

I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.