“I don't know why I ever succumbed to any of it… [but] I liked the rush of going under. It's such a high—it's like dying. I die, but then I come out prettier.”

“I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don't want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you're going through, but it's happened and I don't know what to do.”

“I don't know why
I love you like I do
I don't know why, but I do.”

“I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.”

“When I go let it be like James Dean, I don't want to die slow.”

“The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people — I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion — do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and… I have the touch.”

“ISABEL: Sorry I missed my session Monday.

DR. RUSH: Would you like to tell me why?

ISABEL: I was depressed.

DR. RUSH: That's a good reason to come to therapy.”

“You know, I couldn't go out into the high street without a bunch of kids following me. I felt like the Pied Piper.”

“What for? I don't go to the Daisy or any of that. We don't give parties under a striped awning out over the lawn for two hundred people, four of whom we like.”

“I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut my heart out or take every pill that was ever made.”