But you do not think much about the stars. They are always there. Look at them when you have a moment.

Any writer knows he has to pay for his compliments. As soon as he has said, Why, thank you, that's very generous of you, the other person clears his throat and dives into his own writing experiences.

Once you've been committed to a mental institution you're considered a second-rate citizen from then on and retroactive.

When there's more sick ones than well ones, by golly the sick ones will lock the well ones up.

But you do not think much about the stars. They are always there. Look at them when you have a moment.

Long ago they lowered insane persons into snake pits; they thought that an experience that might drive a sane person out of his wits might send an insane person back to sanity.