“Sometimes fantasies are better than life.”

I guess I’ll never measure up to anyone’s expectations. I surely don’t measure up to what I’d like to be.

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs–which shows how screwed up this world really is!

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren’t even physical?

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

I can’t believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it’s only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

Nobody’s talking to me, but nobody’s hassling me either. I guess you can’t have everything.

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus “Not me! I didn’t think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

She didn’t know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

Maybe the new me will be different.

I pretend I’ve got lots of confidence and I’m a big jock and like that but deep inside I’m a frightened, insecure, can’t-make-it failure.

Why is life so difficult? Why can’t we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.

My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

I’m not afraid to fail. Sometimes when you lose, you win. Sometimes when you win, you lose.

There’s not even any leaving. What we see are flowers in the sky, the moon in the water. As for the meditative powers of Zen masters like Hsu-yun, sometimes it’s useful to meditate and sometimes it isn’t.

Sometimes we had to improvise. I hate to improvise because I felt like I couldn’t find words.

Sometimes my natural instincts take over and I just go overboard.

Making music can sometimes make me a bit restless, so it’s fun when I get to be expressive in another way.

Sometimes my dad even gets on this kick–‘You hate this country’….I have to tell him…I just hate being lied to.

I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.

Sometimes our behavior with each other is no different from the cry of an unattended baby.