I’m smart enough now to know I’m stupid. That’s progress.

I was no longer superficial — I had stopped thinking.

I've made some strides in trying to understand myself, I think. And I think that in my life I'm less afraid of being thought a coward than I used to be.

As I’ve got older I’ve realised that I don’t need to prove myself every single minute and wind people up by doing it.

I’m not fooled any more by an ill wind and a light that fails.

I've decided that enough is enough... I will not be silenced anymore,"

I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.

The beautiful thing about losing your illusions, he thought, was that you got to stop pretending.

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

And best (or worst) of all, I grew old during that time, so that now I am a settled and mature old spinster with an opinion on every topic under heaven... I've also acquired... a sense of humor—so that I no longer take myself and my doings seriously...

I'm a little older now and I think I've lightened up a bit as I'm getting older.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.

For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair.

The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.