Susanna Kaysen: How am I supposed to recover when I don't
even understand my disease?
Cynthia: Hey John, call me a cab. John: Okay, you're a cab.
Susanna Kaysen: No one cares if you die, Lisa, because you're
dead already. Your heart is cold. That's why you keep coming
back here. You're not free. You need this place to feel
alive. It's pathetic.
Lisa Rowe: If I could have any job in the world I'd be a
professional Cinderella.
Dr. Potts: You've been feeling bad in general. You've been
feeling depressed? Susanna Kaysen: Well, I haven't exactly
been a ball of joy, Melvin.
Susana Kaysen: [narrating] Seeing death... really seeing
it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.
Susanna Kaysen: Is that what you learned in your advanced
studies at night school for Negro welfare mothers?
Susanna Kaysen: [narrating] 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 60's. Or
maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa, 'cause I have a chance...
and a life. Lisa: You call this a life? Taking daddy's money!
Buying all your dollies and your knick-knacks! Fattening
up like a prize fucking heifer. You changed the scenery
but not the fucking situation. And everybody knows -- *everybody*
knows -- that he fucks you. But what they don't know...
is that you like it.
Janet: I want my fucking clothes! Valerie: Then I guess
you'll have to eat something, won't you? Janet: [singing]
Oh Lordy, pick a bale o cotton, Oh Lordy, pick a bale o
hay, gotta jump down spin around pick a bale o cotton, jump
down spin around, pick a bale o hay... Valerie: [to Susanna]
She thinks that bothers me.
Susanna Kaysen: Oh my God... a guy I know was just drafted.
Janet: What's his name? Susanna Kaysen: Tobey. Janet: Well,
he's dead now.
Daisy: Which do you like better? Taking a dump alone or
with Valerie watching? Susanna Kaysen: Alone. Daisy: Everyone
likes to be alone when it comes out, I like to be alone
when it goes in. Eating in the cafeteria is like being with
twenty girls all at once taking a dump. Lisa: That is fucked
up, Daisy.
Lisa: We are mostly men and we are very rare. Janet: Lisa
thinks she's hot shit cause she's a sociopath. Cynthia:
I'm a sociopath. Lisa: No, you're a dyke.
Susanna Kaysen: You know, taking us out for ice cream in
the middle of a blizzard makes you wonder who the real wack
jobs are.
Susanna Kaysen: What kind of sex isn't casual?
Susanna Kaysen: I know what it's like to want to die. How
it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't.
How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the
thing on the inside. -
Lisa Rowe: Lady, back off! Mrs. Gilcrest: Was I talking
to you? Lisa Rowe: No, you were spitting on me, so mellow
fuckin' out! Mrs. Gilcrest: Don't you tell me what to do.
Lisa Rowe: Look, she gave your husband a rim job. Big fuckin'
deal! I'm sure he was begging for it, and I heard it was
like a pencil anyway. Mrs. Gilcrest: Why you -- how dare
you! Lisa Rowe: Some advice, okay? Just don't point your
fuckin' finger at crazy people!
Susanna Kaysen: Am I in trouble for kissing an orderly or
giving my boyfriend a blowjob?
