“I'm supposed to feel better
this nightmare is supposed to end
I am holding on, I am holding on,
I am holding on, I am holding on.”

I'm Shakin', Rooney Recommended by Bonna.

“I've forgotten what it feels like to feel normal
To be normal
I've forgotten what food tastes like
The way it tastes right
The taste buds taste right
I wake up in so much spit and sweat, it is not normal
What is normal?”

I'm Shakin', Rooney Recommended by Bonna.

“I walked up to her having seen the future and said
I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell

That wasn't me
That was alter ego
That wasn't me
That was johnny rockets

She was so confused
From her point of view I would be confused too
I was so rude
What was I thinking?”

Sorry Sorry, Rooney Recommended by Bonna.

“I lock my door upon myself
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?”

Who Shall Deliver Me, Christina Rosetti

“I lock my door upon myself
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?”

Who Shall Deliver Me, Christina Rosetti

“A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?”

Rules Of Attraction [movie]

“I was busy, all the time; busy becoming myself. Because that's what you'd allowed me to become, Morrissey, myself. And I loved it. Knowing I was all right. That it was perfectly, absolutely, one million per cent positively all right, to not be normal. That it was better than that! That it was the best thing of all, the brilliance of not being normal.”

The Wrong Boy, Willy Russell

“My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!”

Marquis de Sade

“Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell. And kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.”

Last Will and Testament, Marquis de Sade

“I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting.”

Franny And Zooey, J.D. Salinger

“I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”

Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger

“It seemed like such poor taste, sort of, to want to act in the first place. I mean all the ego. And I used to hate myself so, when I was in a play, to be backstage after the play was over. All those egos running around feeling terribly charitable and warm. Kissing everybody and wearing their makeup all over the place, and then trying to be horribly natural and friendly when your friends came backstage to see you. I just hated myself. .... It was just that I would've been ashamed if, say, anybody I respected--my brothers, for example--came and heard me deliver some of the lines I had to say. I used to write certain people and tell them not to come.”

Franny And Zooey, J.D. Salinger

“If or when I do start going to an analyst, I hope to God he has the foresight to let a dermatologist sit in on consultation. A hand specialist. I have scars on my hands from touching certain people. Once, in the park, when Franny was still in the carriage, I put my hand on the downy pate of her head and left it there too long. Another time, at Loew's Seventy-Second Street, with Zooey during a spooky movie. He was about six or seven, and he went under the sear to avoid watching a scary scene. I put my hand on his head. Certain heads, certain colors and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand....”

Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters, J.D. Salinger

“Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry”

The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger

“Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger

“Only, this time I thought I was dying. I really did. I thought I was drowning or something. The trouble was, I could hardly breathe.”

The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger

“When I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse.”

The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger

“Depression must be avoided, no matter what the cost. Depression is lying on the Edwardian couch for six months, too tired to unlace your shoes. Depression is awakening each morning feeling as if someone near and dear and closely related died the night before. Bad news. Don't tempt depression.”

Social Blunders, Tim Sandlin

“Everybody's vaguely miserable sometimes...and most people are vaguely miserable most of the time. The trick is to scrap your way from the most-of-the-time to the some-of-the-time category.”

Social Blunders, Tim Sandlin

“Manic depressives have all the luck; they soar between crashes. The best us regular depressives can do is battle our way up to normal every now and then.”

Social Blunders, Tim Sandlin

“And I-soft, weak, obscene, digesting, juggling with dismal thoughts-I too was In the way. Fortunately, I didn't feel it, although I realized it, but I was uncomfortable because I was afraid of feeling it (even now I am afraid-afraid that it might catch me behind my head and lift me up like a wave). I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been In the way in the earth which would received my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been In the way: I was In the way for eternity.”

Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre

“I cannot tell if this is a breakthrough
or a breakdown.
I'm too close to tell.”

I Don't Want To Be Crazy, Samantha Schutz

“To have one's individuality completely ignored is like being pushed quite out of life--like being blown out as one blows out a light.”

Evelyn Scott

“I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.”

Her Kind, Anne Sexton

“This is my death...and it will profit me to understand it.”

Making a Living, Anne Sexton