Love Is The Bone And Sinew Of

A Psychiatrist Is The God Of Our Age. But They Cost Money.

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.

In Spite Of Everything, I Still Have My Good Old Sense Of Humor.

I Felt My Lungs Inflate With The Onrush Of Scenery—air, Mountains, Trees, People. I Thought, "this Is What It Is To Be Happy.

Go Out And Do Something. It Isn’t Your Room That’s A Prison, It’s Yourself.