The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.

Because there is something helpless and weak and innocent - something like an infant - deep inside us all that really suffers in ways we would never permit an insect to suffer.

Most important, you learn never to trust a man, even if he seems honest and sincere. You learn how men deceive themselves and how impossible it is to help them without injuring yourself.

When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.

I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.

Paranoia is an illness I contracted in institutions. It is not the reason for my sentences to reform school and prison. It is the effect, not the cause.

My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.

One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

Anything is possible with laughter. If you can laugh out loud, especially at a life of mistakes, you will come out unscathed.

Just as stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your joy blazes brilliantly through life’s problems when you count them as joy.

She had the wild look of someone who hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours, with purplish semicircles underneath both her eyes. Being eighteen was like being made out of rubber and cocaine.

A man’s conquest depends on his knowledge of Jesus Christ.

Praying is what confirms our true belief that we cannot succeed without God, and its absence confirms the exact opposite.

Each generation has to stand up for democracy. It can't take anything for granted and may have to fight fundamental battles anew.

Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?

I want Ron to stand up to Malfoy and punish him.

God has given me a life far beyond anything I ever dreamed about. God is, man, God is something else man.

I make sure I sing a cappella to let people know I can sing.