My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous.

With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.

Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast. I'm not talking about onset or duration. I mean the quality of the insanity, the day-to-day business of being nuts.

It is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them: worlds of the insane, the criminal, the crippled, the dying, perhaps of the dead as well. These worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it, but are not in it.

An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.