Newbie, what're you saying? That you want to be like me? Do you understand that I just barely want to be like me?
I'm only laughing on the outside. My smile is just skin-deep. If you could see inside... I'm really crying. You might join me for a weep.
— I'm not a concept, Joel. I'm just a fucked-up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. I'm not perfect.
— I can't think of anything I don't like about you right now.
— But you will. You will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
— Okay.
— Okay.
If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I'd spend six hours sharpening my ax.
— Now what kind of tree can you be, Janet, down there on the floor?
— I'm a fucking shrub, all right?
What I want I take if I can get it, and so I wrestle neither with angels nor devils.
She can't relate to other people. She was always a lonely child.
I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,”said Darcy,“of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.