Quotes from Alyssa Brugman

Because I am eighteen I know a great many things; for example, I know that sticks and stones are indeed very effective mechanisms with which to break bones; however, a few poorly aim (or sadly, well-aimed) words can have some's metaphorical eye out and therefore one out not wave one's words about willy-nilly.

Do you want me to lick you again?

If there's a place you should be able to put yourself first, it's in your own sexual fantasies.

I can see where this is going, too. Of course, I can, because I am Alex as well. But I want to dress up in gorgeous clothes and strut up and down the runway like they do in the magazines, swishing my tail. I want to dress up with Amina and Julia and giggle and be girlfriends, arm in arm. I want to be beautiful. I want other people to think I am beautiful.

I can understand why you would want to be literally out of your own heard, because being inside your own head is unbearable.

Well, I totally understand why people take huge drugs. Like heroin, or cocaine. I can understand why you would want to be literally out of your own head, because being in your own head is unbearable. In fact, the reason I haven't taken drugs like that is because I know that it would be so good to be out of my own head that I wouldn't be able to stop

Ik lachte, en dat deed pijn, omdat ik op dat moment al wist dat ik het heel anders zou doen als ik mijn leven maar dertig seconden terug kon draaien. Maar je kunt je leven niet terugdraaien. Dingen die gebeurd zijn, kun je niet ongedaan maken.

I'm never going to be happy, but I could get close now, I think. I could be almost normal. I could have a friend.

Sometimes I don't know what I am. But what I would like to be on the outside -- what I want other people to see -- is a girl.

But there are worse things than people you don't care about not liking you.

She's so strong and fierce that I am afraid of her sometimes. But she's going to need to be fierce, because the path she is on is going to be so painful.

Imagine if Uluru is absolute serenity and the ocean is homicidically mental, then my mother has been driving up and down the Pacific Highway for as long as I can remember.

Honey, there is no one right way to eat cannelloni.

She can be angry, but if she's going to fight me, she's got to be sure in her own self what she's mad about.

Can't talk now. Someone on the internet is wrong.

It's not enough to be dead. He also has to haunt us.