Sleep doesn't seem necessary. You wake up feeling great. But it's not all great feelings.

Being physically fit doesn't mean anything if the mind isn't fit and being fit in the mind is not worth much if the body is suffering.

I think I existed on four hours sleep a night for four years.

There is a dog in every man.

I'd go somewhere where no one spoke. I would take a stack of books up to my hips, and I'd read nonstop. And I'd be reading naked.

I carry Yeats with me wherever I go. He's my constant companion. I always can find some comfort in Yeats no matter what the situation is. Months and months and months go by and I know I need to switch to Shelley or somebody else, but right now Yeats is enough for me.

There is hope. You can do it. Start now.