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.

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

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.