“Matthew, Mark, Luke and JohnThe bed be blest that I lie on.Four angels to my bed.Four angels round my head.One to watch and one to pray,And two to bear my soul away.”

“From The Mistress Bride ... "you are my heart, my life, my soul.. I am your other half”

“I think as I often have that my mission is to layer her world with richness-not facts, but other hearts, desires, stories, a world populated with angels and idiots, and papered with texts that she can enter and live more than one moment at a time.”

“I didn’t like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself.”

“After several visits where I refused to speak, this psychiatrist asked me if I would at least agree to stop doing whatever it was I was doing that was bothering my parents so much. I agreed, knowing fully that I could do no such thing, I was not in control, was powerless, but agreeing to behave myself was my ticket to freedom. I never saw him again. He told my parents I would be better now, but never admitted defeat. How would it look, after all, if he was bested by a prepubescent girl? Looking back, I really feel like I refused to speak to him because I was afraid of what I might say if I opened my mouth or answered his questions without weeks of forethought put into my answers. I was afraid what I said would go straight back to my parents, and I am certain that is what would have happened. There is no way I would have been strong enough for that. And there is no way they would have handled it well.”

“My upstairs brain and my downstairs brain engaged in a game of risk and it was downstairs’ turn to roll the dice.”

“I had reclusive tendencies for a reason, I couldn’t be trusted to live in the world and make decisions on my own.”