“Life's not that simple. Not so easy to move on when the anger you've got is what keeps you going.”

“How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.”

“People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.”

“My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.”

“However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.”

“Are you the same? Is it only afterward that you think of what you should have said, the killer response,the put-down that would make them stay put down?”

“It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.”