Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.

It was my misfortune-or salvation-to be at all times perfectly conscious of my misperceptions of reality.

Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.

Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

Viscosity and velocity are opposites, yet they can look the same. Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination, velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.