You remember me. You remember me how I was. Tell me how I was. I used to have a brain. I used to be somebody. What happened to me? What happened to me?

[Public school is a place] where the sensitive experience a horrified dissociation from reality that can sometimes never fade away.

Sheila Wood: If you're so unhappy Nick, why haven't you killed yourself? Drake: It's too cowardly, and besides, I don't have the courage.

I can't think of words. I feel no emotion about anything. I don't want to laugh or cry. I'm numb-dead inside.

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down. It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses. It is not the streets that exist. It is the…

Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky, like a meteor. Su…

He that hath eaten a bear-pie, will always smell of the garden.