I took my medicine, but I never outgrew my hatred.

... I cannot help but feel that the ills we knowingly create for others must most certainly at some point come back to us.

Anyone can find himself suddenly in a mental hospital with more ease than one likes to imagine ...

... merely signing a "voluntary" commitment paper is like confessing to be incompetent to make any future decisions for oneself.

Once in these circumstances (in a psychiatric ward), the policy is "insane" until proven "sane," even though legally one is entitled to a trial before being judged.

The main game ... consists of finding what the doctor wants us to say or do so that he will be pleased with us and release us from the hospital.

Two weeks can be a long time to lay on one's back and stare at a light bulb that never goes out.

We (mental patients) were simply treated so mindlessly, so animalistically, that no attempt was made to communicate to us in any way why we were there or where we were going or what was about to happen to us. Nothing was explained to us.

A lot of mental illness is in the mind of the beholder.

A mental patient is so without rights, his situation is analogous to standing in the rain naked.