Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I'm talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.

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 was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.