Asa had a sharp understanding of the future--that is, a time when would be past. Time was rushing through and around him, he almost heard it whistling, and this awareness rounded the world somehow an...
If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.
Recovered. Had my personality crossed over that border, whatever and wherever it was, to resume life within the confines of normal? Had I stopped arguing with my personality and learned to straddle th...
Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?
Their love story unfolded and then folded up again in Cambridge, as I watched and took mental notes and learned nothing, naturally, because the heart is unteachable.
Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.
Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?
Or maybe I was just a girl, interrupted
But the fact that I couldn't hold my job was worrisome. I was probably crazy. I'd been skirting the idea of craziness for a year or two, now I was closing in on it.Pull yourself together! I told mysel...
Viscosity and velocity are opposites, yet they can look the same. Viscosity causes the stillness of
On top of the bookcase were several Mexican papier-mâché figures of people with knives stuck through their heads and blood running down their faces...I found these comforting...They looked happy enoug...
Just to get through life was no ambition. It was the opposite of ambition.
It's a fairly accurate portrait of me at eighteen, minus a few quirks like reckless driving and eating binges. It's accurate but it isn't profound.
I'm Ambivalent. In fact that's my new favorite word.Do you know what it means ?I don't care.
I think many people ill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.
Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers, or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?
By the time we hit the streets they were silent and closed in on us, and they had assumed the Nonchalant Look, an expression that said, I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor....
There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.
Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.
Back then I didn't know that Ior anyonecould make a life out of boyfriends and literature. As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn't have. The result was chronic emptiness and boredom....