I Myself Am Not Afraid Of Ghosts;

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

I Am My Heart's Undertaker. Daily I Go And Retrieve Its Tattered Remains, Place Them Delicately Into Its Little Coffin, And Bury It In The Depths Of My Memory, Only To Have To Do It All Again Tomorrow.

You," He Said, "are A Terribly Real Thing In A Terribly False World, And That, I Believe, Is Why You Are In So Much Pain.

If You're Going To Die, Then Die. If You Are Going To Live, Then Fight.

Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With A Second Ending When The People Are Disturbed.