Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.

You don't know what you are.

I found Esau's field guide at the bottom of my pack. Taking a candle into the bedroom, I read his book until my eyes grew heavy. From his vast notes, it seemed that almost every plant and tree in the...

Behind every journey is a reason

Janie full of that oldest human longing - self - revelation.

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a...

I have started taking the pills and I pray that everyone is right, that I have been sabotaged by my own brain chemicals. And that the little blue pill is going to put things right again.

... Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.

I tried to find something I already knew about life that might help me reach out and touch my brother and get him to look at me and himself.

It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.

And without Dex in my life, I like to think I could have somehow found contentment. But the truth is, I feel freer with Dex than I ever did when I was single. I feel more myself with him than without....

I think you know if you're different,” he ventured. “I think you know if you're gifted. How could you not?” “You know if you feel set apart,” said Nanny, “but who doesn’t feel that?...

I read The Great Gatsby. It is one of my favorite books and I had taken it out of the library in hopes that it would cheer me up; of course, it only made me feel worse, since in my own humorless state...

In fact, at times I preferred to live in the forbidden world, and frequently my return home to the bright realm, no matter how necessary and good that might be, was almost like a return to someplace...

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near

whisper about, the one who finds out years later, just by accident, that she is not herself at all.

Sometimes I get to know myself through others

We write not just to show off, not just to tell, or only to have written. We write to know ourselves.

The price one pays when choosing exile is the loss of all that defines you as an individual. The only thing that makes this immense loss tolerable is the discovery of a self you did not know existed -...