It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

Having their feelings make sense is how people get their kicks.

After my first few tastes I was pretty much hooked. I'd have dry spells, months without any or only piddling amounts of grace, but I never forgot about it or stopped wanting it.

Still, pain hurts. And most of us find it difficult, to say the least, to find gratitude in our hearts for the worst things in life.

I wish you'd help me look into a more interesting problem - namely, my sanity.

.The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms