To some extent, people who are insane are nonconformists, and society and their family wish they would live what appear to be useful lives.

In madness, I thought I was the most important person in the world.

I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.

Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.

I seem to be thinking rationally again in the style that is characteristic of scientists. However this is not entirely a matter of joy as if someone returned from physical disability to good physical health.

People are always selling the idea that people with mental illness are suffering. I think madness can be an escape. If things are not so good, you maybe want to imagine something better.

There are things that tend to moderate with age. Schizophrenia is somewhat like that.