You can't teach an ear, you can't teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the seat of their pants.

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.

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

Never, never underestimate the power of desire. If you want to live badly enough, you can live. The great question, at least for me, was: How do I decide I want to live?

...Someone speaks in soft tones to me and says I am psychotic, but it's going to be all right. I put on my hat, unperturbed, and ask for some crayons.

There is, in fact, an incredible freedom in having nothing left to lose.

The term “starvation diet” refers to 900 calories a day. I was on one-third of a starvation diet. What do you call that? One word that comes to my mind: “suicide.

I think many people with a chronic illness would prefer not to have their chronic illness, simply because it's high maintenance.

My bones are brittle, my heart weak and erratic, my esophagus and stomach riddled with ulcers, my reproductive system shot, my immune system useless... I'm not going to have a happy ending.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.

There is hope for the sinner to be made a saint.

My blog is a collection of answers people don’t want to hear to questions they didn’t ask.

When I awake dramatically I start off my day by reciting aloud a fan letter.

I started, me by myself, found a great co-founder, got up to 95 people, and then it ended with me by myself again.

We are dwellers in a divine universe where no desires are in vain - if only they be large enough.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

I do not think anyone can read War and Peace too much. I read it six times.

But, all this while, I was giving myself very unnecessary alarm. Providence had mediated better things for me than I could possibly imagine for myself.

Most people use excuses to cover up mistakes, but it takes less time to do something right the first time.

A man takes a drink, the drink takes another, and the drink takes the man.