I still fall asleep with the TV on, because I'm used to falling asleep with people yelling 'Action!' and 'Cut!'

I love storytelling.

Mi sono accorta subito che Lawrence era attratto da me. L’importante non era questo, ma l’origine della sua attrazione. Si era innamorato delle due Laure, proprio della ragione per cui desideravo disperatamente morire. Quella che io consideravo come una maledizione, per lui era una cosa eccitante e onesta. Non rideva della mia sofferenza. L’accettava.

I wonder if pain, the kind that doesn’t just happen when your cat is killed, or when your aunt dies, but the kind that you have to live with... can it ever be a friend?

I don’t want to feed my dreams.

I trust no one, and only rarely myself. I struggle most mornings, afternoons, and evenings with what is right an what is wrong. I do not understand if I am being punished for something I have done wrong, something I don’t remember, or if this happens to everyone, and I am just too stupid to understand it.

Sometimes I think he’s just chosen to keep quiet because it is so much more interesting sometimes to just listen to people instead of talking to them.

She says I think too many sad thoughts, and that if I keep it up, who knows what will happen. Donna doesn’t know everything I know. I can’t help but think sad thoughts sometimes. Sometimes they are the closest things on my mind.

For me, I was given a great gift by my father and my mother in that I was never told any idea was bad. I was told I could explore any thought as long as I wasn’t hurting someone else.

My life is perfectly happy and giggly and I’m perfectly grateful every day; if there are problems to have, the ones I have are the ones to have; I’m lucky.