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

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

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 smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.