Solitaire

But books–they’re different. When you watch a film, you’re sort of an outsider looking in. With a book–you’re right there. You are inside. You are the main character.

I don’t want people to be worried about me. There’s nothing to worry about. I don’t want people to try and understand why I’m the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don’t understand yet. I don’t want people to interfere. I don’t want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me.

All I know is that I’m here. And I’m alive. And I’m not alone.

As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.

There’s a time and a place for being normal. For most people, normal is their default setting. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner.

You like to act as if you care about nothing and if you carry on like that then you’re going to drown in the abyss you have imagined for yourself.

I think you should know that I make up a lot of stuff up in my head and then get sad about it. I like to sleep and I like to blog. I am going to die someday.

Nobody is honest, nobody is real. You can't trust anyone or anything. Emotions are humanity's fatal disease. And we're all dying.

You look like you're having a midlife crisis." "It's not a midlife crisis. It's just a life crisis.

Do you think that, if we were happy for our entire lives, we would die feeling like we'd missed out on something?

School literally doesn’t care about you unless you’re good at writing stuff down or you’re good at memorising or you can solve bloody maths equations. What about the other important things in life?

There comes a point, though, when you can't keep looking after other people any more. You have to start looking after yourself.

I actually think that a lot of people are very beautiful, and maybe even more beautiful when they are not aware of it themselves.

We’re so used to disaster that we accept it. We think we deserve it.

Just because something doesn't matter doesn't mean it's not worth doing.

The problem is that people don't act. The problem is that I don't act. I just sit here, doing nothing, assuming that someone else is going to make things better.

I hate the phone. It is the worst invention in the history of the world, because if you don’t talk, nothing happens. You can’t get by with simply listening and nodding your head in all the right places. You have to talk. You have no option. It takes away my freedom of nonspeech.

I think it's better to just read and not study books.

You know, if you want to be happier, you have to try. You have to put in the effort. Your problem is that you don’t try.” I do try. I have tried. I have tried for sixteen years.

If this is the best time of my life, I might as well end it immediately.

I hadn’t realized I was crying. I don’t really feel sad. I don’t really feel anything.

Happiness," he says, "is the price of profound thought." "Who's that quote from?" I ask. He winks. "Me.

Nothing's going to change until you decide you want it to change.

I think you should know that I make up a lot of stuff in my head and then get sad about it.

we're all waiting for something to change. Patience can kill you

I'm a little bit in love with everyone I meet.

I really don’t do anything unless I actually want to do it. And most of the time I don’t want to do anything at all.

I don't know why I made all that fuss the other day. No that's a lie. I do know why. It's because I'm an idiot.

Just because someone smiles doesn’t mean that they’re happy.

Basking in the light and glory that comes with not giving a damn.