For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.

I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.

I can die now. I've lived twice.

Death is the beginning of something.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?