“Alexis, don’t be ridiculous. That’s exactly the kind of paranoia that makes me weary of spending time with you.”

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

I’m trying very hard not to connect with people right now.

I have lost all my skills, and now I know how it feels to be utterly helpless like you and your sister.

You must prepare for life, and whatever it will throw at you.

I am suddenly overwhelmed with regret, it’s a new feeling for me, and I don’t find it at all pleasurable.

You are the life you accept for yourself.

One day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, ‘Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!

I’ve been burned so many times I’m like the human equivalent of the inside of a roasted marshmallow.

I want you to know, John, that you are the most important thing in this world to me.

I was perfectly fine not trusting people, not trusting people is what I’m used to

Social media is an amusement park for clinical narcissists.

Did I used to have a drinking problem?