You are ruin and chaos to them, but you are lovely to my eye.''You're brave or daft, then,' she said, quite rightly. 'Chaos and ruin. Where does that leave me, then?
~ Madeleine Roux
Sanctum, a holy or sacred place. What could be more sacred than possessing the power of your own true thoughts? Sanctum. It is both lock and key.
Are you depressed?What? I don't know. Probably. Isn't everyone?
As much as he liked the idea of having best friends with whom he could share anything. it was like all he knew how to be was alone, apart.
I’m lonely, and he can see it. Maybe everyone can see it.
And if they do, I hope heaven is a road trip. I hope it’syou and me and Renny and Ted with nothing but time on our hands. I hope it’s, I don’t know, crossing an immeasurable distance with your closest friends.
If someone tells you you're crazy enough times, eventually it becomes true. It's that old psychiatrist's joke: insanity's all in your head.
