We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.

Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’ Like a little lost Sputnik?’ I guess so.

I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.

I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.

I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.

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.

My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.