The good thing about having this illness is that it allows me to be a little bit crazy.
Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness.
We saw in 2003 the beginnings of an outbreak of an illness called SARS. SARS ended up killing 800 people which is a significant number of deaths, but nowhere near as high as it could have been.
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.
So we had life, death, illness, everything - every emotional involvement we had, we experienced. And I think that made what we had to do on stage, stronger. We got very much involved in what we were doing.
Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.
A man's illness is his private territory and, no matter how much he loves you and how close you are, you stay an outsider. You are healthy.
If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.
It took a deadly illness to put me eye to eye with that truth, but it is a truth that the country, caught up in its ruthless ambitions and moral decay, can learn on my dime.
My illness has taught me something about the nature of humanity, love, brotherhood and relationships that I never understood, and probably never would have. So, from that standpoint, there is some truth and good in everything.
An illness is like a journey into a far country; it sifts all one's experience and removes it to a point so remote that it appears like a vision.
Through my illness I learned rejection. I was written off. That was the moment I thought, Okay, game on. No prisoners. Everybody's going down.
I have suffered from depression for most of my life. It is an illness.
I don't believe you have to have eating disorders and mental illness to screw up.
Paranoia is an illness I contracted in institutions. It is not the reason for my sentences to reform school and prison. It is the effect, not the cause.