I just want to not be me.
I don't- I shake my head. (...) What? What were you going to say? This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you ha...
How could I ask for horse with a straight face? And, if I were doing heroin, then I’d be a depressed teenager on heroin. I didn’t need to be that cliché.
Giving my brain up. That's what's important.
You have a chemical imbalance, that is all. If you were a diabetic, would you be ashamed
You all right, man?' This should be my name. I could be like a super hero: You All Right Man. Ah...' I stumble.Don't bug Craig,' Ronny is like. 'He's in the Craig zone. He's Craig-ing out.
Who hasn't thought about killing themselves, as a kid? How can you grow up in this world and not think about it?
Travel. Fly. Swim. Meet. Love. Dance. Win. Smile. Laugh. Hold. Walk. Skip. Ski. Sled. Play basketball. Run. Run. Run. Run home. Run home and enjoy. Enjoy. Take these verbs and enjoy them.
Things to do today:1) Breathe in.2) Breathe out.
The wall is home base. The wall won't move. If I stand at the wall, I won't be expected to move. This is what it means to be a wallflower. Now I understand.
Relationships change even more than people. It's like two people changing. It's exponentially more volatile. Especially two teenagers.
My one friend is a screwup—a genius blessed with the most beautiful girl in the world, and he doesn’t even know it.
Jimmy may have only a few sentences in his repertoire, but he knows to keep going when pretty girls pay attention to him.
I'm going to be here until I'm cured?Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed.
I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?
I don't want to brag, but if I go through this, and I go back to camp, I'll have something unique to talk about. I can be like, 'Hey, not only am I not a virgin, I lost my virginity to a frog-headed e...
Everything in my life is all in my brain, really, so it would be natural that when my brain was screwed up, everything in my life would be.
Doc, I'm not afraid of dying; I'm only afraid of living, and I want to put this bayonet through my stomach,
Craig, where are you? It’s funny how people ask that as soon as they get you on the phone. I think it’s a byproduct of cell phones: people—girls and moms especially—want to nail you down in physical s...
Brooklyn is a big fat blob with its own ugly shape across from Manhattan; it looks like Jabba the Hutt counting his money.