I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark--why not kill myself? Missed the bus--better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie--maybe I shouldn't kill myself.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

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

With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

What is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?