I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse.

Memory cuts both ways; it can either provide you with tremendous strength and a foundation to carry you through your life, or it can be a demon that just ruins your present and your future because you can’t let go of the past.

I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64)

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.