My family had a lot of characteristics - achievements, ambitions, talents, expectations - that all seemed to be recessive in me.

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

It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is "stale, flat and unprofitable"; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought.

In the parallel universe the laws of physics are suspended. What goes up does not necessarily come down, a body at rest does not tend to stay at rest and not every action can be counted on to provoke an equal and opposite reaction. Time, 'too, is different. It may run in circles, flow backward, skip about from now to then. The very arrangement of molecules is fluid: Tables can be clocks, faces, flowers.

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

If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.

Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?