Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

Most of the time-- 99 percent of the time-- you just don't know how and why the threads are looped together, and that's okay. Do a good thing and something bad happens. Do a bad thing and something good happens. Do nothing and everything explodes.

If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

But now I give in, let the anger surge. I'm sick of people acting like this world, this other world is the normal one, while I'm the freak. It's not fair; like all the rules have suddenly changed and somebody forgot to tell me.

I'm so tired after dinner I fall asleep with my clothes on, almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, and so I forget to ask God, in my prayers, to keep me from waking up.