If you worry about disaster all the time, that's what you're going to get.

This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

Why do I do anything?' she says. 'I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream.

More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you’re alive - or praising you after you ain’t.