I'm a failed pop star. I always sneak a song into everything I do.
. . . patients seldom run amuck at mealtime.
To be on the safe and humane side, let every relative and friend. . . remember the golden rule, which has never been suspended with respect to the insane. Go to see them, treat them sanely, write to them, keep them informed about the home circle; let not your devotion flag, nor accept any repulse.
. . . many a suicide might be averted if the person contemplating it could find the proper assistance when such a crisis impends.
Most sane people think that no insane person can reason logically. But this is not so.
Not a few patients, however, suffering from certain forms of mental disorder, regain a high degree of insight into their mental condition in what might be termed a flash of divine enlightenment.
To leave behind what was in reality a hell, and immediately have this good green earth revealed in more glory than most men ever see it, was one of the compensating privileges which make me feel that my suffering was worthwhile.
Fashion and all that comes after the music.
Is there an answer to the question of why bad things happen to good people?. . . The response would be…to forgive the world for not being perfect, to forgive God for not making a better world, to reach out to the people around us, and to go on living despite it all…no longer asking why something happened, but asking how we will respond, what we intend to do now that it has happened.
I'm not such a public person.
The bands I like, they don't sell too many records and the girls I like, they don't kiss too many boys. Books I read will never be bestsellers yeah but come on fellas at least we made our choice.