I don't-" I shake my head. (...) "What? What were you going to say?" This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you had the intention of saying.

I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.

One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.

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

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?