I ain’t been in a place where I could lock the door and feel safe, for even a second, since I was a little kid. That door’s got a lock, and I knew you wouldn’t open it right away, so I got to sit here for a couple minutes and know I was safe, that no one could fuck with me, and that no one could hurt me. It don’t matter if its a bathroom floor. It could be a bathroom floor covered with fucking nails. It felt good.
— “Bright Shiny Morning” by James Frey