You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God.

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.