With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

Which is worse, overload or underload? Luckily, I never had to choose. One or Pass on to where? Back into my cells to lurk like a virus waiting for the next opportunity? Out into the ether of the world to wait for the circumstances that would provoke its reappearance? Endogenous or exogenous, nature or nurture - it's the great mystery of mental illness.

Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them, as are the maid with the letter and the soldier with the hat.

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.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.