Why is it that you have to warn people about who you are?

No one in France cares if you tried to kill yourself. In fact, I think they like you better because you're all tragic.

If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.

That's what people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.

I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.

One time Allie and I skipped school and went to see this foreign film called Los Diablos, where these villagers found a glowing blue ball and peeled pieces off of it to see what was inside. Only the ball was really radioactive, and they all died from the poison. I think that’s what happens when you look too deep inside for the truth. The poison comes out, and you die, even though you have beautiful glowing pieces of blue truth in your fingers.

It will go away... The stuff in your head. Little by little.