A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it-even if the person himself wants to stop it.

The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

Sometimes I find it too hot to run, and sometimes too cold. Or too cloudy. But I still go running. I know that if I didn't go running, I wouldn't go the next day either. It's not in human nature to take unnecessary burdens upon oneself, so one's body soon becomes disaccustomed. It mustn't do that. It's the same with writing. I write every day so that my mind doesn't become disaccustomed.

The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.

I don’t know what it means to live.

It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down.