Put on all the armor of the Lord. Not just the pretty stuff.

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

Who but a brazen crazy person would go one-on-one with blank paper or canvas armed with nothing but ideas?

I saw a study the other day showing that some atypical anti-psychotic was at least as good as mood stabilizers in preventing suicide. It's a very good thing to decrease suicide but we should care at least a little if I'm not killing myself because I feel better or if I just can't remember where I put the damn gun.

And if you're lucky enough to survive going crazy and get back to the point where you can pass for normal, it builds a question into the rest of your life. You have to forgive people for wondering, 'How all right can he be?'

Having their feelings make sense is how people get their kicks.

Reading and writing are in themselves subversive acts.