The insane asylum on Blackwell’s Island is a human rat-trap. It is easy to get in, but once there it is impossible to get out.
There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.
I think it's only right that crazy people should have their own city, but I cannot for the life of me see why a sane person would want to go there.
A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.
Revelation is where all crazy people end up. It's the last stop on the nutso express.
We must stop criminalizing mental illness. It's a national tragedy and scandal that the L.A. County Jail is the biggest psychiatric facility in the United States.
Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last
It seems as though I were in a lunatic asylum, but I am never sure who is the attendant and who the inmate.
Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the the freedom that exists in the world of insanity and becomes addicted to it.
Bedlam: an institution with a history so fearsome it gave its name to a synonym for chaos and pandemonium.
Washington is too small to be a nation but too large to be an insane asylum.
The same expression was used 124 years earlier referring to South Carolina. See James Louis Petigru.
I was once thrown out of a mental hospital for depressing the other patients.
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
If I weren't doing what I'm doing now, the actress thing, the star business, if you want to call it that, whatever it is, I'd be in an asylum. I'm sure of it.
I think there was no other profession for me. I was either going into an insane asylum or to be an actor.
Once I talked to the inmates of an insane asylum in Hartford. I have talked to idiots a thousand times, but only once to the insane.
I couldn't help but think, This car is taking me to a mental hospital and my mother is treating it like open-mic night at a Greenwich Village café.
The only alternative to sleeping out, hopping freights, and doing what I wanted, I saw in a vision would be to just sit with a hundred other patients in front of a nice television set in a madhouse, where we could be "supervised."
I've spent my life visiting a handful of people who are very close to me when they've been committed to one hospital or another in New York.
Had there been a Lunatic Asylum in the suburbs of Jerusalem, Jesus Christ would infallibly have been shut up in it at the outset of his public career. That interview with Satan on a pinnacle of the Temple would alone have damned him, and everything that happened after could have confirmed the diagnosis. The whole religious complexion of the modern world is due to the absence from Jerusalem of a Lunatic Asylum.
I worked in a schizophrenic home when I was an undergrad. You learned to be jaded to the crazy things they would say to you, but there was one man that I always gave crazy respect to, even though he would say the exact same thing to me every single day.