The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.

I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.

I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.

Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.