I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I was warped early by Ray Bradbury and Edgar Allan Poe. I was very fond of Franz Kafka.

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

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear.

What keeps me up at night? Anxiety. Anxiety, the inability to go to sleep, it’s quite literally that.

Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.

If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.

The greatest remedy for anger is delay.

When I was 11 I became very depressed. It had a lot to do with the climate and ecological crisis. I thought everything was just so wrong and nothing was happening and there’s no point in anything.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

I was ready to quit music. It felt to me like music equalled death.

Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.

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

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

No, I’m not anguished and tormented.

I’ve had sleep paralysis.

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

Music keeps the heart porous in many ways.

I don’t like being alone.

I try not to think about my life. I have no life. I need therapy.

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.

Keeping an active mind has been vital to my survival, as has been maintaining a sense of humor.

I can’t stress to you enough how much I can relate to teens being cyberbullied. Something that helps me is looking at old videos of me and my friends from middle school, or videos of my family. I love watching funny videos of my favorite people – it really cheers me up.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

Hermits have no peer pressure.

I like to let things breathe.

If someone decides they’re not going to be happy, it’s not your problem. You don’t have to spend your time and energy trying to cheer up someone who has already decided to stay in a bad mood. Believe it or not, you can actually hurt people by playing into their self-pity.

I admire people who destroy themselves.

Games lubricate the body and the mind.

As a shame researcher, I know that the very best thing to do in the midst of a shame attack is totally counterintuitive: Practice courage and reach out!

My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication – it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness – it is all that I have – and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

Our brains are either our greatest assets or our greatest liabilities.

The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean, is there something wrong with society that’s making us so pressurized, that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it?

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

I don’t know how to function without music. When I’m not making it, I’m listening to it. It gives me courage and takes care of my mind.

Pound’s crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don’t put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

We have an epidemic of insecure people in our society today.

I was very depressed when I was 19… I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

My body is weird. I wake up when the sun comes up, and it’s hard for me to go to sleep. My thoughts just take over.

I’ve 20,000 hours of clinical practice; you’re not naive after the first few thousand. I’ve helped people deal with things that most people can’t imagine.

We begin to see, therefore, the importance of selecting our environment with the greatest of care, because environment is the mental feeding ground out of which the food that goes into our minds is extracted.

Even paranoids have real enemies.

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.

If a leader doesn’t convey passion and intensity then there will be no passion and intensity within the organization and they’ll start to fall down and get depressed.

We may define therapy as a search for value.

If you’re serious, you really understand that it’s important that you laugh as much as possible and admit that you’re the funniest person you ever met. You have to laugh. Admit that you’re funny. Otherwise, you die in solemnity.

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

Ain’t nothing like a good cry.

A great hallmark of mental wellness is the ability to be in the present moment, fully and with no thoughts of being elsewhere.

If I relaxed, if I took my foot off the gas, I would probably die.

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.

I have a slight bit of OCD, I think. I’m not walking around flipping light switches. But when I say I’m going to do something, I have to do it.

Cycling is a joy and faster than many other modes of transport, depending on the time of day. It clears the head.

I found music to be the therapy of choice. I guess it is for a lot of people.

I look like a casual, laid-back guy, but it’s like a circus in my head.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.