To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mini.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.

As I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.