Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon ’em.
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people’s reaction to my trying to commit suicide.
I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.