Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

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

... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.

With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

Mental illness seems to be a communication problem between interpreters one and two.

I noticed that some of my deadness was being replaced by an intense feeling about the Greek stories and the Bible stories. They were similar. There was something naked about these stories. Terrible things happened, and then some more terrible things.