Everything is, the way it is, for a reason. Or it isn't. Or neither. Or both. It's so hard to tell. It's so hard to tell you're a mile away by the Luke in your eye.

— Alistair McHarg

Except you cannot outrun insanity, any more than you can outrun your own shadow.

— Alyssa Reyans

Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love.

— Marya Hornbacher

For eight years I was an inmate in a state asylum for the insane. During those years I passed through such unbearable terror that I deteriorated into a wild, frightened creature intent only on survival. And I survived. I was raped by orderlies, gnawed on by rats and poisoned by tainted food. I was chained in padded cells, strapped into straitjackets and half-drowned in ice baths. And I survived. The asylum itself was a steel trap, and I was not released from its jaws alive and victorious. I crawled out mutilated, whimpering and terribly alone. But I did survive.

— Frances Farmer

Goody. That must be why they were looking for a 22-caliber anything when they came by with their search warrant this morning.'' They didn't!'' They did.'' When?'' Oddly enough, right before I upped my meds.

— Sandra Balzo

Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why.

— Virginia Petrucci

Her parents, she said, have put a pinball machine inside her head when she was five years old. The red balls told her when she should laugh, the blue ones when she should be silent and keep away from other people; the green balls told her that she should start multiplying by three. Every few days a silver ball would make its way through the pins of the machine. At this point her head turned, and she stared at me; I assumed she was checking to see if I was still listening. I was, of course. How could one not? The whole thing was bizarre but riveting. I asked her, What does the silver ball mean? She looked at me intently, and then everything went dead in her eyes. She stared off into space, caught up in some internal world. I never found out what the silver ball meant.

— Kay Redfield Jamison

I admit I have Mental Illness so please no more 'Fruit Cakes' for Christmas Please

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

I admit I'm bipolar but if you think I'm stupid you're crazy

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

I am Broken single mother Disconnected lover Slow motion dresser Dark secret confessor White flag trend Professional dead end

— Casey Renee Kiser