I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

My brain was all right back then; it didn't get stuck in ruts.

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.

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