I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?