I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.

When you are mad, mad like this, you don't know it. Reality is what you see. When what you see shifts, departing from anyone else's reality, it's still reality to you.

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first place is that I'm coked to the gills on something utterly wrong for what I have.

Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love.

My brain sometimes departs from the agreed-upon reality, and my private reality is a very lonely place. But in the end, I'm not sure I wish I'd never gone there.

Every single thing can change for the better, no matter however hard it is. Even a family in utter poverty can become prosperous in a couple of generations.

I often have said that to be a college president, you need a thick skin, a good sense of humor, and nerves like sewer pipes.

I'm a classic movie person. I love action movies, too, but when I grew up I didn't have much action movies.

In the now, time ceases to exist and we experience a presence that is all-absorbing, completely at peace, and totally satisfying.

I was snorting a lot of cocaine and I had lost myself to a great degree. A lot of people, everybody was starting to realize what the coke was all about and they were all starting to get lost.

It was the dawn of the third age of mankind.

Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.

There are some men who in a fifty-fifty proposition insist on getting the hyphen too.

A man often pays dear for a small frugality.

I have a range, and I'd much rather do things the nice way than the hard way, but sometimes you have to use all the tools at your disposal.