I have no trouble with y enemies. But my god damn friends... they are the ones that keep me walking the floors at night.

Schizophrenia beats dining alone.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

There are two sides to every question: my side and the wrong side.

One of my key realizations about happiness, and a point oddly under-emphasized by positive psychologists, given its emphasis in popular culture, is that outer order contributes to inner calm. More than it should.

It's a joy to be recognized and to have people that are interested in what you do. That can pick up your whole day.

To be stupid and selfish and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness. Though if stupidity is lacking, the others are useless.

Happiness just doesn't happen. You have to force yourself.