I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.

I think I made you up inside my head.

That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

There is more than one good way to drown.