“You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.”

“Like, you're never alone here. But also, you're never with people. It's possible this isn't a hospital-specific problem, come to think of it.”

“I'm sorry," she says.I wheel around. "You know, you're a total know-it-all. And it's incredibly rude sometimes; I mean, you're not perfect either, and you act like it's my fault but it's not my fault for being quiet or your fault for being a know-it-all. It's not your problem or my problem; it's their problem. They're the demented ones, not us, so don't take it out on me, because the only thing that holds things together for me is having someone else on the Not Demented Team.”

“Objectify women and it's fuckin' on, you'll be dead and gone like ancient Babylon.”

“At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.”

“Oh shit did you just dis the feminine genderI'll pummel your ass then stick you in a blenderYou think I like Tori and Ani so I can't rhymeBut I got flow like Ghostbusters got slimeObjectify women and it's fuckin' onYou'll be dead and gone like ancient Babylon.”

“I know it's impossible for you to see your peers this way, but when you're older, you start to see them--the bad kids and the good kids and all kids--as people. They're just people, who deserve to be cared for.”