I like you a lot. Because you’re funny and smart and because you seem to like me. I know that’s not a good reason, but I can’t help it; if a girl likes me I tend to like her back [...] I like you for all this stuff but I also kind of like you for the cuts on your face—

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

The absolute worst part of being depressed is the food. A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships. I don't think your relationship with your parents is that important. Some people never know their parents. I don't think your relationship with your friends are important. But your relationship with air-that's key. You can't break up with air. You're kind of stuck together. Only slightly less crucial is water. And then food. You can't be dropping food to hang with someone else. You need to strike up an agreement with it.

That's what gets me through the day. Knowing that I could do it. That I'm strong enough to do it and I can get it done.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

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

It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.