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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.

I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn't shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

There are something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves.

I stored the fact that there were real glasses in the corner of a mind the way a squirrel stores a nut.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comfortable to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

"Det siste jeg ønsket var uendelig trygghet og å være stedet hvorfra en pil skyter ut. Jeg ville ha en forandring og spenning og skyte ut i alle retninger selv, som om de fargete pilene fra en 4. juli-rakett."

Jeg er ikke sikker på hvorfor, men jeg elsker mat mer enn nesten noe annet. Samme hvor mye jeg spiser, legger jeg aldri på meg. Med ett unntak har jeg veid det samme i årevis.