People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.

What is the meaning of life?Whatever you want it to be.

There are never words for the strongest of our feelings. There is just the pain that we cannot share. Pain we must all feel alone.

I listen to the tick of an unseen clock marking moments of time long passed.

Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less." (James Frey, pg.88)

You don't have to follow anybody's rules.

I sleep during the day. I still dream about drinking and drugs. Sometimes I wake to a hang-over, sometimes I wake to a trickle of blood from my nose, sometimes I wake scared and shaking. I read, go to museums and visit Lilly in the afternoon. Sometimes I read to her, sometimes I talk to her, sometimes I just sit and remember the times, remember the times, remember the times." (James Frey, pg.119)