There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

Have you ever had a broken heart?

For eight years I was an inmate in a state asylum for the insane. During those years I passed through such unbearable terror that I deteriorated into a wild, frightened creature intent only on survival. And I survived. I was raped by orderlies, gnawed on by rats and poisoned by tainted food. I was chained in padded cells, strapped into strait-jackets and half-drowned in ice baths. And I survived. The asylum itself was a steel trap, and I was not released from its jaws alive and victorious. I crawled out mutilated, whimpering and terribly alone. But I did survive.

The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.

If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.