I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.
I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
There’s a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.