I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.

What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?

Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.

Here you go on this long long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go on until it is over. You will learn many things. Just relax and observe because there is pain and that's it mostly and you aren't going to be able to escape no matter what. Eventually it will all be over anyway. Good luck.

My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.