“Inside here it is sterile, it is drab, the light is artificial and too bright, but at least no one can touch me.”

Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel

“Life is like a box of chocolates. It's a cheap thoughtless perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you ever get back is another box of chocolates, so you're stuck with unidentifiable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an english toffee, but they're gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts. If you're desperate enough to eat that, all you have left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappings.”

The X-Files [television show] Recommended by J.