The only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.

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

It's a fairly accurate portrait of me at eighteen, minus a few quirks like reckless driving and eating binges. It's accurate but it isn't profound.

You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.

Mental illness seems to be a communication problem between interpreters one and two.

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.

Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.