Author of quotes: Suzanne Kaysen

In fact, even not known, whether it is a hospital specialized in poets and musicians, whether they themselves poets with musicians specialized in Gaga.

Smile and the world laughs with you, start crying and cry all you need.

Spoon of life, two scoops of life. Old, battered, chipped, tin spoon, filled to the brim with something that should be sweet, but really full of bitterness, something that has passed and gone, and what we don't even have time to try - our life.

My ambition has always been denial. My whole world, filled or empty, provoked exclusively to denial. When I had to climb, I stayed in bed; when I should have said - was silent; when I was expecting some fun - I avoided him. My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness, my boredom and my fear was that Arsenal of weapons, to which I appealed against their worst enemy: the world. It is clear that my weapon had no meaning in the world, and me it was constantly tortured. But the suffering gave me a grim satisfaction. They proved that I exist.

It seems to me that a lot of people committed suicide, only to to end fruitless debates over whether they can commit suicide or not.

It was nearing noon, during lunch, the crying never stopped.
Is crying Polly, ' said Lisa, who all knew.
Why?
But it does not even know Lisa.

Twenty aspirin, a light incision along the swollen veins, or at least a lousy half an hour on the edge of the roof... each of us had something in a similar style. And very often even more dangerous cases, at least saviana in my mouth a pistol barrel. Only here, I also thing: shoved the barrel in his mouth, tasting it, feel how it is cold and oily, put your finger on the trigger, and suddenly before my eyes you have revealed a huge world, rasproschalsya between this moment and the moment when you pull the trigger. And the world is conquering you. You pull out a gun from his mouth and re-hide the gun in the Desk drawer. The next time you need to invent something else.

Have scar tissue there own character. This is not the same as the fabric of healthy skin. It leaves no signs of age or illness, it is not visible pallor or tan. The scar does not grow hair, it has no pores or wrinkles. It's like dense cover. He obscures and hides the fact that still remained at the bottom. Because of that, people learned to create it: in order to hide something.

People ask me: how did you get there? In fact, they want to know and could it happen to them like that. I can't answer this secret question. I can say only one thing: it's not hard.