At least being nuts is being somewhere.

Worrying is one of my few forms of prayer.

Money in the hand is real - coins and bills. The rest I don't believe in, and I don't think I ever did, really. What's a check, after all, but a promise - mine, the bank's. Me, I know, but the bank?

Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.

"I'm sorry I'm young," Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. "We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else"

Anybody can hear - it takes brains to listen.

There is nothing that you can do to me that my own craziness doesn't do to me smarter and faster and better.