“I supported the ostriches, what's wrong with that? They just lived there. What am I supposed to do, go around with my eyes closed?”

“What I hear is valueless; only what I see is living, and when I close my eyes my vision is even more powerful.”

“Every day starts, my eyes open and I reload the program of misery. I open my eyes, remember who I am, what I'm like, and I just go, "Ugh" …"”

“I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.”

“But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?”

“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?”

“I am so tired of rearranging my life around what the stupidest people might do.”

“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.”

“If I open my eyes just far enough
I can see what you're doing.
Go on, fight to the end, it's though enough
When you're on the road of ruin!”