I want to show that the dividing lines between sanity and mental illness have been drawn in the wrong place.

The word "jealousy" is often used as if it were synonymous with envy; but I think the distinction worth preserving. Jealousy is predominantly concerned with the fear of loss of something one possesses, envy with the wish to own something another possesses. Othello suffers from the fear that he has lost Desdemona's love. Iago suffers from envy of the position held by Cassio, to which he feels entitled.

Imagination flourishes best in solitude.

I want to show that the dividing lines between sanity and mental illness have been drawn in the wrong place.

I get intrigued by a puzzle, and writing a book is the best way to solve it.

It's not psychopathology that counts. It's what you do with it.

When a man suffers from delusions he is described as mad but when a million do so they belong to a world religion