Heaven

Just seeing you, though, I feel, I dunno, happamine.”

Why people don’t print money when they’re broke.

They’re scared to admit there’s anything they don’t understand. They can’t do anything on their own, so they band together, but they aren’t really friends, and when something in the world stands out, they get scared and try to destroy it. They try to get rid of it. In reality, they’re as scared as anyone, but they trick themselves out of it.

We’re letting it happen. We know exactly what’s going on. We see it, and we let it happen. I don’t think that’s weakness at all. It’s more like strength.

When it’s all over, we’ll reach a place, somewhere or something we could never reach without having gone through everything we’ve gone through.

“Know what I think?” she said. “They aren’t even thinking. Not at all. They’re just doing what they’ve seen other people do, following blindly. They don’t know what it means, or why they’re doing it. You and me, we’re just an outlet for them.”

“We’ll understand some things while we’re alive and some after we die. But it doesn’t really matter when it happens. What matters is that all the pain and all the sadness have meaning.”

What could be more callous than using a suicide to make yourself feel better? Pretending to feel better wasn’t going to solve anything. Not if I was just pretending.

There was no way for me to make my life go away.

I can’t express how safe it felt never being seen. I knew the peace could never last, but it was immensely comforting to know that, if I never left my room, no one in the world could lay a finger on me.