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I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.
She's pretty." (It's amazing how girls can say this and make it the most withering insult.)
I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.
But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.
I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
Once you have a kid, it's amazing how quickly people ask, 'So are you going to stop at just one?'
I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?
The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.
I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.
Is that the truth, Jimmy?" I ask without looking at him. "It's the truth and it come to ya!" I smile.
I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.
I have an issue with dogs - I can't pick up after them. It's nothing personal; it just makes me feel like a servant.
That's what gets me through the day. Knowing that I could do it. That I'm strong enough to do it and I can get it done.
I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.
I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.
I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.
It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.
My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.
Relationships change even more than people. It's like two people changing. It's exponentially more volatile. Especially two teenagers.
People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.
I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?
A novel wouldn't be a book if there weren't some flights of fancy on the part of the author, stopping time to examine things, or to tell a joke.
They always said on TV you could do anything you wanted, but here I was trying to do something and it wasn't working. I would never be able to do it.
The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.
I owe her everything and I love her and I tell her these days, although every time I say it, it gets a little diluted. I think you run out of I love yous.
I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.
That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.
If there is a next life, I hope it's in the past; I don't think the future will be any more handleable. I think it's a little harsh how the END button is red.
No," mom says, looking at me in the eyes. "What's a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to LIVE. THAT'S a triumph. that's what you did today.
See, when you mess something up, you learn for the next time. It's when people compliment you that you're in trouble. That means they expect you to keep it up.
I always start a book thinking that it can be something other than first-person present, and I always come back to first-person present. It's just the easiest way.
You have tremendous freedom in the young adult book world to write what you want. You can put R-rated content in a book that you can't in a similarly targeted movie.
One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.
Adolescence is the most Technicolor time in our lives. It's the time when adulthood is new and we care most about it. It contains the highs and lows that excite me as a writer.
I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.
They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important -- everybody knows that; the TV tells you so -- but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another.
We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.
Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.
Dr. Barney stared at me, his lips puckered. What was he so serious about? Who hasn’t thought about killing themselves, as a kid? How can you grow up in this world and not think about it?
So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.
You all right, man?' This should be my name. I could be like a super hero: You All Right Man. Ah...' I stumble. Don't bug Craig,' Ronny is like. 'He's in the Craig zone. He's Craig-ing out.
I should be a success and I'm not and other people- younger people- are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting their lives in order. I'm still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?
I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.
It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.
You want to play video games twenty-four hours a day?" "Or watch. I just want to not be me. Whether it's sleeping or playing video games or riding my bike or studying. Giving my brain up. That's what's important.
I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.
A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.
Of course I wasn't abused. If I were; things would be so simple. I'd have a reason to for being in a shrinks office. I'd have a justification and something to work on. The world wasn't going to give me something that tidy.
I don't-" I shake my head. (...) "What? What were you going to say?" This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you had the intention of saying.
I wasn’t gifted. Mom was wrong. I was just smart and I worked hard. I had fooled myself into thinking that was something important to the rest of the world. Other people were complicit in this ruse. Nobody had told me I was common.