Perhaps God is not dead; perhaps God himself is mad.

What do you do when you don't know what to do? No wonder there are more suicides among psychiatrists than in any other profession.

Our capacity to think, except in the service of what we are dangerously deluded in supposing is our self-interest and in conformity with common sense, is pitifully limited: our capacity even to see, hear, touch, taste and smell is so shrouded in veils of mystification that an intensive discipline of unlearning is necessary for anyone before one can begin to experience the world afresh, with innocence, truth and love.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease.

Doctors have throughout time made fortunes on killing their patients with their cures. The difference in psychiatry is that it is the death of the soul.

There is no such condition as 'schizophrenia,' but the label is a social fact and the social fact a political event.

Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through.