It was when I was the age where you can, as they say, "hear voices" without worrying that something is wrong with you. I "heard voices" all the time as a small child.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?

It takes great personal courage to let yourself appear weak.

The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still "are" human beings, now. Or can be.

You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.

I was never the sort of child who believed in "monsters under the bed" or vampires, or who needed a night-light in his bedroom; on the contrary, my father...once laughingly told my mother that he thought I might suffer from a type of benign psychosis called "antiparanoia," in which I seemed to believe that I was the object of an intricate universal conspiracy to make me so happy I could hardly stand it.

I had kind of a midlife crisis at twenty which probably doesn’t augur well for my longevity