No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

What a terrible thing life can be.