You do not look back along time but down through it, like water. (1, Part 1)

Cordelia is my friend. She likes me, she wants to help me, they all do. They are my friends, my girl friends, my best friends. I’ve never had any before and I’m terrified of losing them. I want to please. (21, Part 5)

Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized. (22, Part 5)

I begin to spend time outside my body without falling over. . . . My eyes are open but I’m not there. I’m off to the side. (32, Part 6)

I’m not sure, now, that it really was the Virgin Mary. I believe it but I no longer know it. (35, Part 7)

But I can’t believe in my own sadness, I can’t take it seriously, I watch myself crying in the mirror, intrigued by the sight of tears. (39, Part 8)

I... (41, Part 9)