I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.