“Because I am eighteen I know a great many things; for example, I know that sticks and stones are indeed very effective mechanisms with which to break bones; however, a few poorly aim (or sadly, well-aimed) words can have some's metaphorical eye out and therefore one out not wave one's words about willy-nilly.”

“Ik lachte, en dat deed pijn, omdat ik op dat moment al wist dat ik het heel anders zou doen als ik mijn leven maar dertig seconden terug kon draaien. Maar je kunt je leven niet terugdraaien. Dingen die gebeurd zijn, kun je niet ongedaan maken.”

“Bipolar robs you of that which is you. It can take from you the very core of your being and replace it with something that is completely opposite of who and what you truly are. Because my bipolar went untreated for so long, I spent many years looking in the mirror and seeing a person I did not recognize or understand. Not only did bipolar rob me of my sanity, but it robbed me of my ability to see beyond the space it dictated me to look. I no longer could tell reality from fantasy, and I walked in a world no longer my own.”

“Sticks & stones may break your bones & hurtful words can destroy more than you know!”

“The doctor’s words made me understand what happened to me was a dark, evil, and shameful secret, and by association I too was dark, evil, and shameful. While it may not have been their intention, this was the message my clouded mind received. To escape the confines of the hospital, I once again disassociated myself from my emotions and numbed myself to the pain ravaging my body and mind. I acted as if nothing was wrong and went back to performing the necessary motions to get me from one day to the next. I existed but I did not live.”

“Blushes and sighs are all very pretty, but soft words butter no parsnips.”

“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but watch out for those damn words.”