All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.

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

Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

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

Not everything has a happy ending, and not everything has an ending. Some things just kind of dribble away or cut off abruptly.

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

For many of us, the hospital was as much a refuge as it was a prison. Though we were cut off from the world and all the trouble we enjoyed stirring up out there, we were also cut off from the demands and expectations that had driven us crazy. What could be expected of us now that we were stowed away in a loony bin?