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.

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

In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves

I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that it was my task to swallow fifty asprin.It was my task:my job for the day.-17 Girl Interrupted

The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.

Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is designated as crazy and goes inside. Then, depending on how the rest of the family is feeling that person is kept inside or snatched out, to prove something about the family's mental health.