“Mostly I was just plain freaked. Not mentally tottering, I think a human mind that's moderately well-adjusted can absorb a lot of strangeness before it actually totters, but freaked, yes.”

“Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.”

“Too sick and freaked out not to want a bullet for every passer by, too sick and freaked out to breathe, too sick and freaked out to care, too sick and freaked out to think of anything but the annihilation of my mind and denial of my life. So sick and freaked out that I think everyone is my friend.”

“Thanks for not freaking out," I said."Oh, I'm freaking out," Paul promised, his eyes wide. "I just think it's awesome!”

“Well, you're right. I'm a Freak.""Huh?""I love being bullied. Being hit and kicked by others gets me totally excited. That's what kind of freak I am.Sorry if that bothers you.”

“Calm down, she told herself. Try to at least act normal before he starts thinking of you as a freak as well.”