Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

...I've just been feeling insecure since I was 20, and that's all I've been trying to express. Now the entire world is feeling insecure.