there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

If you let them kill you, they will

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

there's no defense except all the errors made