A humane and authentic book written by another voice from the trenches.

At least being nuts is being somewhere.

The horror of the Pit lay in the emergence from it, with the return of her will, her caring, and her feeling of the need for meaning before the return of the meaning itself".

Don't cut bangs with a hatchet. Don't do brain surgery with a pickax.

The people on the edge of Hell were most afraid of the devil; for those already in hell the devil was only another and no one in particular.

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

If I want to die, what am I saving myself for?