The shimmering, ever-shifting borderline, like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed.
Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast.
Freedom was the price of privacy.
What is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?
Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a chil...
The point is, the brain talks to itself, and by talking to itself changes its perceptions. To make a new version of the not-entirely-false model, imagine the first interpreter as a foreign corresponde...
With wild eyes that had seen freedom.
Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is designated as crazy and goes inside. Then, depending o...
Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the...
I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.
There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don’t feel the same. They must reflect quite different aspects of brain function. The point is, the brain talks to itself, and by...
Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehe...
Sa’s smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most.[…] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells,slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their...
Who had the courage to burn herself? Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We’ve all had those. And somewhat more dangerous thing...
The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.
Sana di mente in un mondo di pazzi.
One of my teachers told me I was a nihilist. He meant it as an insult but I took it as a compliment.
Now, I would say to myself, you are feeling alienated from people and unlike other people, therefore you are projecting your discomfort onto them. When you look at a face, you see a blob of rubber bec...
It was a different precondition that tipped the balance: the state of contrariety. My ambition was to negate. The world, whether dense or hollow, provoked only my negations. When I was supposed to be...
Assim nuas, precisávamos de proteção, e o hospital nos protegia. É claro que primeiro o hospital nos desnudava - mas isso apenas reforçava sua obrigação de nos dar abrigo.