Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

I repeat his words in my head. What's going on? What's going on? Oh, well, since you asked, I got a bunch of tapes in the mail today from a girl who killed herself. Apparently, I had something to do with it. I'm not sure what that is, so I was wondering if I could borrow your Walkman to find out. 'Not much,' I say.

When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

Those are some strong currents you're swimming against.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.