“I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.”

“I'm in a constant process of thinking about things. ”

“That's creativity in a nutshell. A messy tug-of-war with imagination to erase that feeling that nothing really matters anyway.”

“I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.”

“And I always have this feeling, which may not be true at all, that I am being used as a messenger. I think I'm receiving, and so, I think I'm retransmitting!”

“You don't know me at all.You don't know the first thing about me. You don't know where I'm writing this from. You don't know what I look like. You have no power over me.What do you think I look like? Skinny? Freckles? Wire-rimmed glasses over brown eyes? No, I don't think so. Better look again. Deeper. It's like a kaleidoscope, isn't it? One minute I'm short, the next minute tall, one minute I'm geeky, one minute studly, my shape constantly changes, and the only thing that stays constant is my brown eyes. Watching you. ”