Society is what decides who’s sane and who isn’t, so you got to measure up.

All stories are love stories, and there are numerous kinds of love, from the love of a mother holding her child for the first time to the love of blood that drives a psychopath, so...

If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

Music is my therapy and my straitjacket. Music keeps me sane and keeps my mind on something. It’s fragile up there.

Sometimes you have to go a little crazy before you can find sanity. I think I’m close.

Anyway, these ideas or feelings or ramblings had their satisfactions. They turned the pain of others into memories of one’s own. They turned pain, which is natural, enduring, and eternally triumphant, into personal memory, which...