Dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts.

I resent limitations. I'm going to be this way for a while.

I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o'clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.

My mind goes to tragedy first.

I keep living this day like the next will never come.

I was so self-critical. I still am, but it's not as bad anymore.

When you feel things deeply and you think about things a lot and you think about how you feel, you learn a lot about yourself.