The mania is like wasps under the skin, like my head's going to explode with ideas.

Neurology and psychiatry should be treating the same organ.

What made me empathic was my depressions.

[ ] manic sex isn't really intercourse. It's dicourse, just another way to ease the insatiable need for contact and communication. In place of words, I simply spoke with my skin.

The idea to go West just fell into my lap from the sky. Go west, young man. That’s how the best ideas happen. Just out of nowhere. When you’re not even thinking. Like they’ve been created for you and you just have to reach out and grab them before someone else does.

I don't want to explode,