Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.

Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For awhile. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's to late because you are maintaining it now,straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.

She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.

Who cares what the color means? How do you know what he meant to say? I mean, did he leave another book called "Symbolism in My Books?" If he didn't, then you could just be making all of this up. Does anyone really think this guy sat down and stuck all kinds of hidden meanings into his story? It's just a story.... But I think you are making all of this symbolism stuff up. I don't believe any of it.