• "To die will be an awfully big adventure." (J.M. Barrie)
• "And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many." (J.R.R. Tolkien)
• "All these moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." (Blade Runner)
• "My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations." (John Green)
• “I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.” (Banksy)
• "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." (Oscar Wilde)
• "I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds." (Egon Schiele)
• "I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." (Harun Yahya)
• "I'm not young enough to know everything." (J.M. Barrie)
• "I should have been a pair of ragged claws / scuttling across the floors of silent seas." (T.S. Eliot)
• "You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you." (J.M. Barrie)
• "I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves." (Le Testament D'Orphée)
• "Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up." (Arcade Fire)
• "Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?" (Epicurus)
• Don’t touch me; I’ll die if you touch me.

-Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov

• She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.

-Joyce Maynard, Labor Day

• I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
• He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’
• He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’
• He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’
• He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’
• I ask ‘When was your first time?’
• He says ‘I was 12’
• He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’
• I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.
• He says ‘She was older than me.’
• I ask ‘How old?’
• And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’
• He licks his lips.
• I ask again ‘How old?’
• He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’
• I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.
• I ask again ‘How old?’
• He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’
• I think of my mother’s face lined with her bad choices in men.
• He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’
• I think of my cousin’s circumcision, how he feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.
• He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’
• I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’
• He says ‘34.’
• He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.

-Warsan Shire, Crude Conversations With Boys Who Fake Laughter Often

• There’s so much more to life than what you’re feeling now.

-Hunter Hayes

• I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a kind of feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force—a wild pain and decay—also accompanies everything.

-David Lynch

• I am so tired. I feel myself drifting, away, a little by little. I am overcome by the sensation that I am crumbling, parts of my being drifting away.

-Murakami Haruki, Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

• Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it — a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
• April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.

-Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

• I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things. Most people’s problem is having too many people in their life. With me, it’s just the reverse.

-Morrissey

• Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

-Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

• Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that she would find things where she put them, that there would be no interruption, no surprise. It greeted her at the end of each day and lay still with her at night.

-Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

• He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?
• In the end, it’s never what you worry about that gets you.

-Chuck Palahniuk, Guts

• The butterflies you once gave me are dead and now all that’s left is an empty pit in my stomach that makes me wish I’d never fucking met you.
• It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.

-Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

• Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

-Mandy Hale

• Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

-Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

• She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

-Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

• Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.

-Edgar Allan Poe

• Cinema is a language. It can say things-big, abstract things. And I love that about it. I’m not always good with words. Some people are poets and have a beautiful way of saying things with words. But cinema is its own language. And with it you can say so many things, because you’ve got time and sequences. You’ve got dialogue. You’ve got music. You’ve got sound effects. You have so many tools. And you can express a feeling and a thought that can’t be conveyed any other way. Its a magical medium. For me, it’s so beautiful to think about these pictures and sounds flowing together in time and in sequence, making something that can be done only through cinema. Its not just words or music-it’s a whole range of elements coming together and making something that didn’t exist before. It’s telling stories. It’s devising a world, an experience, that people cannot have unless they see that film. When I catch an idea for a film, I fall in love with the way cinema can express it. I like a story that holds abstractions, and that’s what cinema can do.

-David Lynch

• Art has to be a kind of confession. I don’t mean a true confession in the sense of that dreary magazine. The effort it seems to me, is: if you can examine and face your life, you can discover the terms with which you are connected to other lives, and they can discover them, too — the terms with which they are connected to other people. This has happened to every one of us, I’m sure. You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discovered it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that they are alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important. Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to them from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it’s true for everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace. They have to disturb the peace. Otherwise, chaos.

-James Baldwin, 1961

• There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

-Jonathan Safran Foer

• Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

-J.R.R. Tolkien

• Dad was a hypocrite. He could talk about peace and love to the world but he could never show it to his wife and son.

-Julian Lennon

• Please don’t let what was get in the way of what’s next

Don’t forget that’s what to come hasn’t come yet -I Remember, Devendra Banhart

• I saw a beautiful boy getting off the 3 train by Canal Street in Manhattan. He was going uptown and I was going down. He was entirely ebony and cheek bones. He was dressed in all black and wearing combat boots that made him look like war. As he stepped off the train he used a single storm cloud of a hand to flip open his sunglasses and slide them onto his nose (which I think had been chipped into an arrow head by an American Indian shaman). He stepped into the light and I went deeper underground.
• Instead of studying for my calculus final I slept all day and then read Tim O’Brien in the bath for two hours (which is far longer than anyone should read Tim O’Brien in the bath). I cried when the girl disappeared into the jungle wearing a pink cardigan and a necklace of tongues. I think they were tears of joy.
• Over the summer I took off all of my clothes and went swimming in a man-made lake (a giant puddle). I thought about how maybe they refill the fish every now and then and I wished I was something very very tiny. The moon was the same color as a light in a window is when you’re looking in from the outside.
• After a concert for a band I didn’t know, I pushed back through the crowd to find my jacket and came face-to-bicep with a tall someone’s long white arm. He kissed me on my sweaty temple in a drunken rush and for a long time I thought about how lovely it was that part of me had gone home on a stranger’s lips that night. I hope he took good care of it.
• I spent all of my free period ripping up a construction paper heart that I found taped to my locker. At first I thought it was for Valentine’s Day but later I learned that the hearts that were stuck to one of every four lockers actually represented the one in four children whose parents are alcoholics. I laughed about it for longer than I should’ve. It was bitter laughter.
• I drove home stoned through an ice storm with a floaty mind and shaking fingers. My car skidded and slid and I don’t think I ever even blinked. When I got home I parked my car backwards and sat on the kitchen counter in the dark for a long time. I kept checking my phone because I remembered that you used to always text me to make sure I had gotten home safe. The empty screen lit up every time I pressed it but it soon faded back to black. At the time I don’t think you were awake.
• I got my navel pierced by a man who was more ink than skin. His ears were stretched and looped over themselves and his face was littered with broken hearts yet his eyes were not the harsh silver of needles but rather the endless green of the sea. He told me that the navel piercing was the first type of piercing to originate in history. The Egyptians did it, he said, and many other cultures did at the same time. He wondered why. He thought maybe it was just because people like piercing themselves. It’s in our nature. He said that I should make a wish when he put the needle in me but when the time came I forgot and with my shirt tucked up in my bra and a sunburn on my collar bones and a needle in my stomach I only laughed.
• There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

-Shakespeare, Hamlet

• I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily.

-White Oleander, Janet Fitch

• Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll, but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.

-A Greater Reality

• Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

-Friedrich Nietzsche

• Showers can wash away anything. Smoke, dirt, tears, his touch, his words.
• Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?
• What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus

-Haruki Murakami

• You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.
• I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand under the weight.

-Malcolm X | The Autobiography of Malcolm X (1964)

• Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly

-Morticia Addams

• Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.

-Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

• I think of you so often you have no idea.

-James Joyce, Ulysses

• I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

-Charles Bukowski, “Screams From the Balcony”

• Children whose vision has been damaged have been known to smash their fingers in their eyes to recreate color sensations that have been lost to them.

-Maggie Nelson “Bluets”

• I noticed everything. I just acted like I didn’t.
• All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

-Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

• I never know what you are thinking. Think.

- T.S Eliot, from The Waste Land

• Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?

-Donte Collins

• Make friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
• I destroy myself repeatedly, without remorse.
• I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

-Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

• I must get my soul back from you. I am killing my flesh without it.

-Sylvia Plath

• You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

-Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

• Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.

-A. Sachs

• You died over a year ago, and no one noticed

-written on one of Eric’s memorial crosses

• I can learn to live with guilt. I don’t care about being good.

- Holly Black, Red Glove

• How can emptiness be so heavy?
• There is a crack in everything.
• That’s how the light gets in.

- Leonard Cohen

• How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

- Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451

• Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you.

- Nikita Khrushchev speaking to Western diplomats, 1956

• I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
• Just because I tasted her cum, and spit, or could tell you her middle name, or knew what records she liked, that doesn’t mean anything. That’s not a connection. Anyone can have that. Really knowing someone is something else. It’s a completely different thing. And when it happens, you won’t be able to miss it. You will be aware. And you won’t hurt or be afraid.

- Adam Sackler

• Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

- Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide.

• I was prepared, but it still hurt.

- Hiro Fujiwara

• How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?

- Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays

• It’s unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know.

- Susane Colesanti

• I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl with gentle lips and strong hands

- Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

• I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.

- Dan Howell

• I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.

- The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House

• Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.

- Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

• “I am hopelessly in love with a memory.
• An echo from another time, another place.”

- Michael Faudet

• I cried inside. I cried for all that I’d lost and all that I’d lose.

-Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami

• When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.

Lemony Snicket

• It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

• I’ve got things to do today:

I must crush memory down, I must turn my heart to stone, I must try living, again. The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (Zephyr Press, 2000)

• There was no night.

The night was in my head. -Louise Glück, from “Landscape”

• I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

-Angela Carter

• Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

-Louis XIV (last words)

• The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.

-Frank Sinatra

• Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute.

-Edgar Allan Poe

• I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

-Franz Kafka

• I’d happily take all those bullets inside you and put them inside of myself.

-Peter Silberman, Atrophy

• I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

-Franz Kafka

• He read a lot. Used a lot of big words. I think maybe part of what got him into trouble was that he did too much thinking. Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.

-Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

• Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.

-Augusten Burroughs

• Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

-Soren Kierkegaard

• So the days pass, and I ask myself sometimes whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life; whether this is living. I should like to take the globe in my hands and feel it quietly, round, smooth, heavy. And so hold it, day after day.

-Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 28 November 1928

• To get over one addiction, you have to become addicted to something else.
• I loved you, even when your hands were around my neck. I especially loved you then.

-Chris Lees

• The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

• Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

• The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears, or the ocean.

-Isak Dinesen

• I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain.
• We were. And then we weren’t
• I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

-Jean Paul Sartre

• Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.

-Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (Olympia Press, 1955)

• I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.

-Sylvia Plath written in 1949 at age 17.

• Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is. I am not. Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?

-Epicurus

• I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.

-The last words of Frida Kahlo written in her diary (July 1954)

• You crave the deepest connections with others, but you don’t trust to let anyone in.
• One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65 you will stumble upon someone who will starta fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find––is they are not always with whom we spend our lives. -Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" {Hunting Season – 28 copies left}

• The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.
• People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.
• It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.

-Morrissey, Autobiography

• I’m a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.

-Björk

• She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

-Eleanor & Park

• Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.

-Good Will Hunting

• When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.

-Jenny Holzer, Inflammatory Essays and Survival Tips

• A year from now you may wish you had started today.

-Karen Lamb

• How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?

-Laurel Hoodwrit

• Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation
• Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

-Sylvia Plath

• Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.

-Chris Brogan

• I tell her how isolated I feel and how lonely I am and hungry and tired and she says ‘oh’.

-James Simon Kunen, The Strawberry Statement.

• Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.

-Warsan Shire

• It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.

-William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2.

• And after the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being — and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth.

-Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

• Avoiding people. I avoid people that I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia, but it’s also a habit.

-Morrissey, 1984 (when asked what his worst habit was)

• My throat is on fire. I don’t know if it’s the vomiting or the cigarettes or if it’s just all the things I wish I could say to you.
• There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

-Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968

• No one stays for you. Everybody stays depending on their need for you.

-Ahlam Mosteghanemi

• I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things. -Morrissey
• Death is nothing to us. When we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not. All sensation and consciousness ends with death and therefore in death there is neither pleasure nor pain. The fear of death arises from the belief that in death, there is awareness.

-Epicurus, Greek Philosopher

• The sadness will last forever.

-Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh 1853-1890

• I care so much I’m sick.

-Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

• Your room is not your prison. You are.

-Sylvia Plath

• Will your pretty face be anything but food for worms and insects in the grave? - Abdulbary Yahya
• As a child, I suppose I was not quite normal. My happiest times were when I was left alone in the house on a Saturday. -Charles Bukowski
• What if one day i disappeared? And you turn back and can’t find me. Will you worry about me?
• Where do you live?

- Mostly inside my head. (Foxfire (1996))

• You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.
• I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me.

-George Orwell

• In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone. The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of “why do we exist?” His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet. They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere. He was better than the rest, allthose ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited. They couldn’t care less about the peasents they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasents at bay, not the enemy away. They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer’s Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners. They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas. He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. “Stay back!” The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. “Oh God, have mercy, please!” The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I’m on the lamb but I ain’t no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd. You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet. Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.- TJ Lane.
• The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
• If you died, it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

-Sarah Kane