I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding.
I'm not sad, I'm complicated, chicks dig that.
There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
I feel sick. Not like for a doctor, but inside my chest it feels empty, like getting punched and a heartburn at the same time.
Before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself.
I'm sorry for what I am.