“There seems to beno unexpressed selfin animals, as ifthey are as fullythemselves in fleshas possible, with nolag of consciousnessto fill up, while wekeep trying to growinto something else.”

“...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.”

“I wonder if I’m going crazy. I think I read somewhere - or was it something I learned in psychology class? - that people often make up their own reality as a means of coping with what their brains can’t possible handle. The idea comforts me, because while no one else out there seems to be trying to protect or save me, at least maybe my brain in.”

“I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind.”

“But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.”

“Why did children seem to be so often spontaneous, joy-filled and concentrated while adults seemed controlled, anxiety-filled and diffused? It was the Goddam sense of having a self.”