I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.

This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

I didn’t know it would be like this,” he says in a whisper. And then: “I’m scared.

Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic, and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled that they can be responsible, dependable, and content.

The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.