I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.

You know what lies are for.

It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.