if you think you're going to faint, go out in the hallway. Let them all have your neck.

I think it was the happiest time of my life but I had to stop before I died because otherwise it wasn't fun

This is my face. This is my other face. This is my name. Abracadabra! Wow.

I like boys on swings and girls on skateboards. I like babies in highchairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows. I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big mustaches. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who don't smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on.

In some ways I love..everything.

It's less of a thing I like. Less distinct, less particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There's more choice in like. Because even the worst things are things to love.

I love things so much I feel like I could float away.







But that's wrong. I don't understand that very much.

I hate shoes. I hate people who change their voices when they say something important. I hate my thighs. I hate war. I hate silly costumes that cling. I hate invitations. I hate radiators.

knowledge is a polite word for not dead but buried imagination

and so it was not he who was like a clock but me.

man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting it soon will be so

they all run together and never make sense but that's how we like it, and that's all we want: Something to cry for, and something to hunt

sealed in day skin and night skin and ice lids

yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top

and the endlessness that you fear

Define happiness: is it just the absence of sadness, or is there more to it?