“Keep me preoccupiedKeep me busy, busy, busySo I won't have to thinkI don't want to thinkBecause it only brings me painI just keep running away fromMy problemsKeep me busyGive me a million things to doSo I can keep running away from myself.”

“My business is only to keep myself in motion, whilst motion pleases me; I only walk for the walk's sake.”

“And, well, mine are kind of on the heavy side anyway. The first day or two, I don't want to do ANYTHING. Make sure you keep away from me then.'I'd like to, but how can I tell?' I asked.O.K., I'll wear a hat for a couple of days after my period starts. A red one. That should work,' she said with a laugh. 'If you see me on the street and I'm wearing a red hat, don't talk to me, just run away.”

“Men wanted me. They all did, however briefly, but none of them wanted to keep me. That's what I needed. I needed to be owned, loved. BUT NOT BY A MAN. I knew then that I never needed to be kept by a man. What I needed was to love myself, to want to keep myself around. And in that revelation, I knew that if I wanted to keep myself, that a man wanting to keep me would just be a by-product.”

“As much as I should keep my heart in my chest, part of it runs away with him. And maybe that means part of his might be here with me.”

“Don't run away from me again.”