It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.

I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks

Sometimes it is the simplest, seemingly most inane, most practical stuff that matters the most to someone.

When I don't know what the music is going to be for a scene, I imagine some sort of orchestration going on and damned if they don't usually come up with a similar kind of thing.

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future

I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness

I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What's missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.