I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.

The girl at her music sits in another sort of light,the fitful,overcast light of lie,by which we see ourselves and others only imprefectly, and seldom..-Girl,Interrupted

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

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.

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