All I know is that I'm here. And I'm alive. And I'm not alone.

• Sometimes I like to fill my days with little things that other people don't care about. It makes me feel like I'm doing something important, mainly because no one else is doing it.
• All the people are chatting and laughing and smiling, and it sort of makes me feel a bit sad, like I'm watching them through a dirty window.
• "You like to act as if you care about nothing, and if you carry on like that, then you're going to drown in the abyss you have imagined for yourself."
• "There's a time and place for being normal. For most people, normal is a default. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner."
• it's all very funny because it's all very true.
• I don't even remember not being serious. As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.
• But books—they're different. When you watch a film, you're sort of an outsider looking in. With a book—you're right there. You're inside. You are the main character.
• I don't want people to be worried about me. There's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and understand why I am the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me.