More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
He said what does it remind you of pretend its something. I closd my eyes for a long time to pretend and then I said I pretend a bottel of ink spilld all over a wite card. And thats when the point on his pencel broke and then we got up and went out. I dont think I passd the raw shok test.
My anger was an exciting feeling, and I didn’t give it up easily. I was ready to fight.
Although we know the end of the maze holds death (and it is something I have not always known—not long ago the adolescent in me thought death could happen only to other people), I see now that the path I choose through that maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.
“I’m afraid these are beyond help.” “No one is beyond help.”
I’m on the edge of it. I sense it. They all think I’m killing myself at this pace, but what they don’t understand is that I’m living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed.
Because if I was nothing, then you were responsible for creating me, and that makes you my lord and master. You resent the fact that I don’t show my gratitude every hour of the day. Well, believe it or not, I am grateful. But what you did for me—wonderful as it is—doesn’t give you the right to treat me like an experimental animal.
“No, you don’t understand because it isn’t happening to you, and no one can understand but me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” “It doesn’t mean,” she shrugged. “It just is—like a poem.
It’s painful to think about that, but what we have, I suspect, is more than most people find in a lifetime.
You don’t know what it’s like to have something happening inside you, that you can’t see and can’t control, and know it’s all slipping through your fingers.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”
If I coud I woud sit down and reed all the time.