“My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.” — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“Why can't I remember our family Christmas, or a warm spring day, or anything that might have been pleasant? It is as though the… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“I needed cutting now the way a diabetic needs insulin. It was a bulwark, steady and unyielding, I could throw up against the insidious,… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time,… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“For some reason, I believed that I had above all else an obligation to protect everyone-- my teachers, my family-- from the knowledge of… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“The chaos in my head spun itself into a silk of silence. I had distilled myself to the immediacy of hand, blade, blood, flesh.” — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“It didn’t occur to me that there was something decidedly odd in finding a box of razor blades aesthetically appealing. I wonder if a… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“How gratifying it is to amuse. How easy it gets to toss off a witticism to ease any awkwardness, to sidestep any solemnity. When… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“Once you take to the habit of deception, every new lie comes that much easier. Though to me it wasn't so much lies as… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
“The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
