The anger. The terror. The feeling of entrapment. the profound distrust of people.The wistful, plaintive conviction that a window, a thing, was more ….

It all made sense - terrible sense. The panic she had experienced in the warehouse district because of not knowing what had happened had been superse….

I want somebody to love, and I want somebody to love me. And nobody ever will. And that's why it hurts. Because it makes a difference. And when nobod….

Vicky became more serious and her tone more reflective as she remarked, "Life has so much pain that one needs a catharsis. I don't mean escape. You d….

I have to force myself even to move my eyeballs. It's so easy just to stare..

Isolated, she managed somehow to feel free—albeit with a freedom that made her want to smash a hole in the very center of the universe..

I have no point in procrastinating any longer..

I’m not fit to occupy space. Excuse me for living..

There is no past. Past is present when you carry it with you..

You're never ready for what you have to do. You just do it. That makes you ready..