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.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

But you have friends. You have a lot of friends. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave what do you offer. " ...if I could remember any more of my lines I'd add them so basically this is a preface to the whole play. I would like to quote the whole play. Currently my mind is afraid to remember the play.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn’t I wish you hadn’t I wish you’d left me alone.