I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

Sleep with a dog and rise full of fleas.

She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.