We're here to work, not to make friends,

— Tandec2016

We're like little kids. We are little kids, but don't tell us that—we're having a fantastic time. Furthermore, we have our little house, and live our little life. Furthermore, we are the perfect young husband and wife. Furthermore, we have nonstop dinner parties—the glorious food, the fabulous friends, the gallons of wine. I sometimes feel as if I've raced off a cliff and am I spinning my legs in midair, like Wile E. Coyote. But I'm fine. It's fine. It's all going to be fine. Crazy people don't have dinner parties, do they? No.

— Marya Hornbacher

When I am high I couldn’t worry about money if I tried. So I don’t. The money will come from somewhere; I am entitled; God will provide. Credit cards are disastrous, personal checks worse. Unfortunately, for manics anyway, mania is a natural extension of the economy. What with credit cards and bank accounts there is little beyond reach. So I bought twelve snakebite kits, with a sense of urgency and importance. I bought precious stones, elegant and unnecessary furniture, three watches within an hour of one another (in the Rolex rather than Timex class: champagne tastes bubble to the surface, are the surface, in mania), and totally inappropriate sirenlike clothes. During one spree in London I spent several hundred pounds on books having titles or covers that somehow caught my fancy: books on the natural history of the mole, twenty sundry Penguin books because I thought it could be nice if the penguins could form a colony. Once I think I shoplifted a blouse because I could not wait a minute longer for the woman-with-molasses feet in front of me in line. Or maybe I just thought about shoplifting, I don’t remember, I was totally confused. I imagine I must have spent far more than thirty thousand dollars during my two major manic episodes, and God only knows how much more during my frequent milder manias. But then back on lithium and rotating on the planet at the same pace as everyone else, you find your credit is decimated, your mortification complete: mania is not a luxury one can easily afford. It is devastating to have the illness and aggravating to have to pay for medications, blood tests, and psychotherapy. They, at least, are partially deductible. But money spent while manic doesn’t fit into the Internal Revenue Service concept of medical expense or business loss. So after mania, when most depressed, you’re given excellent reason to be even more so.

— Kay Redfield Jamison

When it comes to most true bipolar, consider this thought: Genius by birth, bipolar by design.

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterward, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.

— Alexis Hall

When my mind plays tricks on me, I can deal. But when my mind plays tricks on my mind I can not tell what's real

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

When you read my poems or quotes remember you're stepping into the mind that steps outside of me

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

Yes I'm Bipolar, but I'm as normal as you except the times when my mind thinks like two

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

You cannot free someone who is caged inhere own self.

— Anjum Choudhary

You'll never see my books on Vanity Fair I'm not the type of author they would want there

— Stanley Victor Paskavich