I didn't like the '60s because it was too important what people who had nothing to do with the war thought about it.

The most radical, audacious thing to think is that there might be some point to working hard and thinking hard and reading hard and writing hard and trying to be of service

We're here to get each other through this thing, whatever it is.

Knowing that you're crazy doesn't make the crazy things stop happening.

It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

Who but a brazen crazy person would go one-on-one with blank paper or canvas armed with nothing but ideas?

Having their feelings make sense is how people get their kicks.

With mental illness the trick is to not take your feelings so seriously; you’re zooming in and zooming away from things that go from being too important to being not important at all.

Reading and writing are in themselves subversive acts. What they subvert is the notion that things have to be the way they are, that you are alone, that no one has ever felt the way you have.

Colds, ulcers, flu, and cancer are things we get. Schizophrenia is something we are.

Put on all the armor of the Lord. Not just the pretty stuff.

Can any man sacrifice is life for his fellow man?

I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

Share your problems with people who can help you solve them or you will only feel humiliated.

Who can stop grief's avalanche once it starts to roll.

Many states have laws against cousin marriage, which I think are ridiculous - people should be allowed to make that choice.

One thing I am very strict about is that I don't like spending a lot of money on movies because the more money you spend I think the worse that they get.

Be of good cheer, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole.

Nostalgia isn't a business model

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.