“I feel like I am floating in plasmaI need a teacher or a loverI need someone to risk being involved with me.I am so vainand I am so masochistic.How can they coexist?”

“This is who I am. I am loving but wounded, and I need someone to take me as I am.”

“I feel more like myself. That is all I need: to remember who I am. And I am someone who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near-death experiences stop her.”

“The fact remains that I am stuck with the risk of being me. I am compelled, therefor, to spread the risk around a little, if I can.”

“He has that look, like I am being unreasonable, like he is so sure I am being unreasonable that I wonder if I am.”

“I am like a leaf on a river, riding along the top of the water, not quite floating, not quite drowning. So I can't stop, and I can't control the direction I am going. I can feel the water, but I never know which way I am heading.But I might feel lucky this day and avoid the sticks and branches scratching and pulling at me. ”