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

Nobody had told me I was common.

A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.

I'm smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.

And when you say the truth you get stronger.

The stuff adults tell you not to do is the easiest.

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.