We all move uneasily within our restraints.

The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither.

There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness and terror involved in this kind of madness... It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

Suicide carries in its aftermath a level of confusion and devastation that is, for the most part, beyond description.

Confidentiality is an ancient and well-warranted social value.

Mania can be as terrifying as it gets. It is certainly as insane as one gets and so it's frightening when it gets out of control, but there are periods of mania when it can be extremely attractive.