“It seems like deep inside, I actually hate people.It just seems that my own attitude, my own goals in life prevent me from saying anything at all. Their insults make them stupid, while they make me stronger. Their aggressive actions hurt me, but make me hard like rock. What's the use of being part of their isults and actions? Being reasonable and quiet is better than being senseless like others.”

“My family likes to make fun of me, indicating that being able to cook is part of what makes a woman a woman. I disagree. Getting my period makes me a woman. Cooking just makes me bored.”

“In one afternoon, my entire life shattered and then all of a sudden this great guy comes along like somemythical knight in shining armor. He's gorgeous, loaded, and says all the right things to me. He makes mefeel like I can fly, and every time he shows up, he makes everything better. I'm not used to this, okay?And I'm not used to being with a guy who is so incredibly sexy that he makes me feel like the boobyprize." - Bride”

“My mind took up a chant. Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me. Make me hurt, cry, bleed. Make my outside match my inside. Help me get it out, because I can't cry on my own”

“Otherwise I'll do something that I won't be able to live with. And that's important to me, being able to live with my actions. My thoughts are a different story. They've my own and they don't hurt anyone but me.”

“I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can't give up love. Maybe it's the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.”