Some may call it a medical breakthrough. I believe it is a moral breakdown.

Instead of me having a breakdown, I'm focusing on me having a breakthrough.

What I do believe in is the moral code of Christianity.

At the very moment when people underestimate you is when you can make a breakthrough.

Beneath Jamie's attempt to live a rational life where all was clearly marked and set in order, there was a wellspring of eccentric behaviour waiting to be tapped, which Jamie seemed instinctively at pains to keep from spilling over. It looked to be a daily battle. And the more fight he put up, the more impressive the results when the guy either temporarily cracked, or permanently bent. No one bends further than someone made of completely straight lines.

I'm on the verge of a total breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, possibly. It's an absurd existence.