I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

Every window in Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.

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

Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast. I'm not talking about onset or duration. I mean the quality of the insanity, the day-to-day business of being nuts.

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.

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.