Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you.

And falling's just another way to fly.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

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.

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.