We're here to get each other through this thing, whatever it is.

It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

Well, I thought, last night I paid my dues. I faced death. Now I can stay.

Life for the unwell is discontinuous and unpredictable. Things just come out of nowhere. People try but mostly do a lousy job of taking care of you.

As well as being one of the worst things that can happen to a human being, schizophrenia can also be one of the richest learning and humanizing experiences life offers.

Reading and writing are in themselves subversive acts.

Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the paint, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art, you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.