Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

I'm really glad that I spent my twenties messing around and having disaster after disaster - with people who were doing likewise - because it's really my greatest treasure now.

the world is the cradle and your trap.

I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.