Sometimes I feel like I've been waiting for someone to tell me when I can be normal again,' she said. 'I keep thinking I'll get a letter. Or a call. When does it happen?' Pete looked like he wanted to walk toward her, but then he fell back against the car. The staring contest between them for almost a minute, and finally Pete exhaled loudly. It's okay,' he said.

Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!

New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.

It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are supposed to be, and that can't possible be true. Human experience is far too varied.

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.

One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.