Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

I'm not trying to imply I can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time. Sometimes the wall I've erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what's going on, there I am--naked and defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water. ~page 10

If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you