I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.