“I just realized my lips are inside out. They should be turned inwards, because I spend most of my time talking to myself.”
“I like spending all my time making things with my hands. Mostly I make love to myself.”
“I like you,” he rumbled. His voice was low and husky, and it sounded as if he hadn’t spoken in awhile. Unable to stop myself, the words just spilled from my lips. “And I should care because?”
“The second time I took acid, I watched myself in the mirror for nine hours. What I realized, when I stared, was that my face looked exactly the same when I cried as when I laughed. After awhile I couldn't tell which I was doing. Relief was just pain inside out.”
“And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.”
“If i knew my life would turn out this way, i would of killed myself a long time ago.”