There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.
I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Oh, and I certainly don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.
You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.
Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.