Rachel Ward

“You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.”

“And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.”

“People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything...”

“We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.”

“However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.”

“I was tired of being me.”

“My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special...”

“He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.”

“How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.”

“It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody ta...”

“There's very little bohemia in Australia and it's one of the things I miss most about not living in Europe.”

“I remember having to take detours around the Hollywood sign to avoid having to see this grotesque poster of myself on Sunset Boulevard.”