Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.

It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

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.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.