“Even the pigeons are dancing, kissing,going in circles, mounting each other.Paris is the city of love,even for the birds.”

“When kids make gross face,parents say, "One dayyour face is going to stick like that."I'm afraid that one daymy panic's going to stickand it's going to be my entire life,every second,and there will be nothing else.”

“Where you areand what you are doingis something you have donedozens of times beforewithout any problemsRecognize that you are going to get out of thisthat you always get out of thisthat you are going to livethat you won't go crazyI am telling you that you will live,because you always live,because you are strongand beautiful.”

“Where are you and what you are doing is something you have done dozens of times before without having any problems.Recognize that you are going to get out of this- that you always get out of this, that you are going to live, that you won't go crazy.I am telling you that you will live, because you always live, because you are strong and beautiful.”

“Most days I go home cryingand my dad tells mewelcome to the real world.”

“I can't believeno one else can hearI am screaminginside my head.Things are moving too fast. I am going to die.I am going to die. I am going to die.My hands are shaking.I try to squeeze them, try to make it stop,but now my fists are shaking,and this shaking is working it's way through me.It must look like I am having a fit.I want to let the scream out, but I think if I start, I'll never stop.It's not supposed to be like this.I am too young to die. I don't know how to make this end,and if it doesn't, I'll have to go to the hospital,be medicated, force-fed soft foods.I don't want to be that person.I am not that person.I am not. I am not.”

“I am jealous of the little kidspinning around near the fountain.What would these people thinkif I were to start spinningwith my arms spread wide?A lunatic on drugs, probably.My greatest accomplishment here is not caring,letting go of other people's opinions.I am not wound as tight.I can let go,just no spinning yet.”