“If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.”

“Everything I do is because of writing. If I go for a walk, it’s because I’m thinking of writing. I go look at flowers, I go look at the garden, I go look at a museum, but it’s all coming back to writing. I don’t really do anything that isn’t about writing, and I don’t really know who I am if I’m not thinking about writing.”

“Nobody tells me what to do in my book. I can do whatever I wish and to whomever I want. It is fun for me. It calms the chaos inside my mind. That is why I write.”

“I do think you're mad and I'll still go with you.”

“I would not mind you in my head, if you were not so clearly mad.”

“I am not here [in the sanitarium] to write, but to be mad.”

“I found them all drunk, I found no one among them athirst in his heart. And my soul was grieved for the sons of men, for they are blind in their minds and do not see that empty they have come into the world and that empty they are destined to come forth from the world.”

“Why reel I thus, confused and blind?
What madness mars my sober mind?”

“They say, O my God, that I am mad because I see no fault in Thee; but if I am indeed mad with Thy love, I do not wish to recover my sanity.”

“Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.”