Even paranoids have real enemies.

We live in an imperfect world, and imperfect people surround us every day.

The healthy man does not torture others – generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

If I panic, everyone else panics.

The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don’t allow our bodies to heal, and we don’t allow our minds and hearts to heal.

Mothers and daughters generally have fairly complex relationships, and ours was made much more so by Mother’s illness. She had Parkinson’s disease, which was not diagnosed for a long time… All that made me very self-protective, because for one thing, I didn’t want to get trapped.

The only difference between me and a madman is that I’m not mad.

It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.

In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime.

To live is to think.

Ain’t nothing like a good cry.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

When people need love and understanding and support the most is when they deserve it the least.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn’t that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

Many of my fans often tell me that they listen to my songs to get through things. And therefore, obviously, I hope that they can picture being in a place where things are better… I hope my songs can bring people to a calm place.

If it weren’t for painting, I wouldn’t live; I couldn’t bear the extra strain of things.

I believe that everyone experiences depression to some degree at some time in their lives. And there are probably millions of people who live with a low level of sadness and heaviness day in and day out.

Even a paranoid can have enemies.

Worry and reasoning are two of Satan’s most successful tools. He’ll get us started with one negative thought and then sit back and watch us finish ourselves off.

Mind over mattress.

Writing makes you feel that there is a reason to go on living. If I couldn’t write, I would stop breathing.

I don’t worry about stress. I create it.

We make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next door neighbour.

Worry – a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

I think Buddhism should open the door of psychology and healing to penetrate more easily into the Western world.

I’m terrified of therapy because I don’t want it to mess with my creativity.

In Germany, they all thought I was a bit mental, very emotional.

Sometimes, women in families put themselves last until it manifests itself in their own health.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

If we weren’t all crazy, we’d just go insane.

I don’t think I could think of a single thing that’s more isolating than being famous.

The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable.

I’m addicted to placebos.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

Generally speaking, if a human being never shows anger, then I think something’s wrong. He’s not right in the brain.

No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.

Enemies are so stimulating.

People are just afraid of things too much. Afraid of things that don’t necessarily merit fear.

The ‚peace movement‘ exists only in the fantasies of the paranoid.

I like to let things breathe.

We all get weary sometimes, and we tend to think that life is what makes us weary.

I think every entertainer’s had nights when things go wrong. I mean you can’t remember everything all the time, and especially if you’re having hard times personally, things going on that you – you know, and then people make it worse. And that makes you feel worse.

It is important to remember yourself.

I must confess that I lead a miserable life. For almost two years, I have ceased to attend any social functions, just because I find it impossible to say to people, ‚I am deaf.‘ If I had any other profession, I might be able to cope with my infirmity; but in my profession, it is a terrible handicap.

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.

I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: ‚O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.‘ And God granted it.

Whenever I make music, it reflects where I’m at mentally.

Chance is an element of life. What I try to do is study what I call the mechanics of reality as carefully as I can.

I was called really horrible, profane names very loudly in front of huge crowds of people, and my schoolwork suffered at one point.

A reader can never tell if it’s a real thimble or an imaginary thimble, because by the time you’re reading it, they’re the same. It’s a thimble. It’s in the book.

Fiction is based on reality unless you’re a fairytale artist.

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

I live halfway between reality and theater at all times. And I was born this way.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

‚Fame‘ exhausts me.

There is no such thing as a pure introvert or extrovert. Such a person would be in the lunatic asylum.

I used to let other people’s struggles affect my happiness. If they weren’t happy, there was no way I was going to be happy. The opposite was also true: If I wasn’t happy, I didn’t want anyone around me to be happy.