The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence.

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight!

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I'm already gone.

I wanted so much to forget the past, but it wouldn't go away, it hung around like an open wound that refused to scar over, an open window that no amount of muscle could shut.

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty four hours.