I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.
I am the source of my own suffering, because of the habits of my mind.
The lunatic's visions of horror are all drawn from the material of daily fact. Our civilization is founded on the shambles, and every individual existence goes out in a lonely spasm of helpless agony.
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.
They build their own Hells.
I always found myself trying to cover the mental anguish and the torment and the abuse that I was dealing with. That made me always question my beauty, my intelligence, and a lot of other things about myself.
A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him
Every man is crucified upon the cross of himself.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
Oftentimes, the funniest comedians are people who've gone through personal torment.
Those are only rumors of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in the most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.
