The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

...Don't feel sorry for me. I'm glad I had a second chance in life like you said to be smart because I learned a lot of things that I never knew were in this world, and I'm grateful I saw it even for a little bit.

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.

Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men." --Charlie Gordan

Because I want to see. I've got to know what's going to happen while I'm still enough in control to be able to do something about it.

Intelligence is one of the greatest human gifts. But all too often a search for knowledge drives out the search for love. This is something else I've discovered for myself very recently. I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.