Susanna Kaysen

— Now what kind of tree can you be, Janet, down there on the floor?
— I'm a fucking shrub, all right?

When you don't want to feel... death can seem like a dream. But seeing death really seeing it makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous. Maybe there's a moment, growing up... when something peels back... maybe we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds.

Crazy isn't being broken...or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me... amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the '60s. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted. Put her in restraints. Withdraw blood for tox.