Dr. William Chester Minor

It's freedom, Mrs. Merrett. I can fly out of this place on the backs of books. I've gone to the end of the world on the wings of words... . When I read, no one is after me. When I read, I am the one who is chasing--chasing after God.

Have you gotten to the "I's" by now? I had some to add to your words. But I can't seem to... I can't seem to find my pens.

The brain is wider than the sky, for put them side by side, the one the other will include, with ease and you beside.

The brain is just the weight of God, for, heft them pound for pound, and they will differ if they do as syllable from the sound.

You can leave the lunatic to his delusions.

I am no man's friend, I am a murderer. Everything else is make believe. So leave, leave, leave!