“It was just terrible! And the worst part was, I knew what a bore I was being, I knew how I was depressing people, or even hurting their feelings- but I just couldn't stop! I just could not stop picking!”

“While my friends struggled and calculated, I reached a solution by a set of floating steps that were partly visual, partly just a feeling for what was right. It was hard to explain how I knew what I knew.”

“still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?”

“Why couldn't he just keep being an evil, soulless bastard so I knew what his role was and I knew mine?”

“And suddenly I knew I was people and could not stop laughing.”

“As much wrong as I did in life and as many people as I hurt, I can say that God never stopped talking to me. I just stopped listening.”