Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

Insanity - to have to construct a picture of one's life, by making inquiries of others.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.

Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.

To fight the Empire is to be infected by its derangement.... Whoever defeats the Empire becomes the Empire; it proliferates like a virus.

It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense