deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

I wasn’t gifted. Mom was wrong. I was just smart and I worked hard. I had fooled myself into thinking that was something important to the rest of the world. Other people were complicit in this ruse. Nobody had told me I was common.

So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner." Dr. Mahmoud leans in. "Life is managed.

That's worst than gonerreha, man!