I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible

I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

The measure of mindfulness, the touchstone for sanity in this society, is our level of productivity, our attention to responsibility, our ability to plain and simple hold down a job.

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

For all of my life I have needed more.

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

The American Dream, coupled with government subsidies of utilities and cheap consumer goods courtesy of slave labour somewhere else, has kept the poor huddled masses from rising up.