I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.

A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.

We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.

For years it never occurred to me to question the judgment of those in charge at the studio.