Half Of Them Kept Repeating My Name,

I Didn't Feel Physically Sick. But Mentally. My Mind Was Twisting In So Many Ways. (...) We Once Saw A Documentary On Migraines. One Of The Men Interviewed Used To Fall On His Knees And Bang His Head Against The Floor, Over And Over During Attacks. This Diverted The Pain From Deep Inside His Brain, Where He Couldn't Reach It, To A Pain Outside That He Had Control Over.

Actually, I Love Trying To Figure Out Why Certain Books Become Hits While Others, Which May Be Just As Good, Have Trouble Finding An Audience.

And What About You-the Rest Of You-did You Notice The Scars You Left Behind? No. Probably Not. Because Most Of Them Can't Be Seen With The Naked Eye.

That's Why You Did It. You Wanted Your World To Collapse Around You. You Wanted Everything To Get As Dark As Possible.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.