And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.

The girl at her music sits in another sort of light,the fitful,overcast light of lie,by which we see ourselves and others only imprefectly, and seldom..-Girl,Interrupted

Being crasy doesn't mean to be broken...It is you and me amplified", Girl, Interrupted

You could also "request" to be locked into the seclusion room. Not many people made that request. You had to "request" to get out too. A nurse would look through the chicken wire and decide if you were ready to come out. Somewhat like looking at a cake through the glass of the oven door.

A thought is a hard thing to control.

I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor.