The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We're all well-acquainted with depression, we all know what the low moods are, but the mania was not something I knew much about. I didn't know that it would make someone dress extravagantly or start to pun, and to stay up and drink.
Like most manic depressives, some of my symptoms included racing thoughts that I simply had to act upon - flying from New York to Paris and taking the train to Berlin; flying to Argentina in the middle of the night; spending tens of thousands of dollars on unnecessary garments, dinners and gifts.
Mania is a wonderful feeling.
I have spent my life going from mania to mania. Somehow it has all paid off.
The onset of mania occurs when repression is no longer able to resist the assaults of the repressed instincts.
Around mid-life everyone goes maniac a little bit.
I'm sort of like a maniac, and I can't get out of it.
I was a maniac as a teenager; I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I was crazy.
The mania is like wasps under the skin, like my head's going to explode with ideas.
My ever-present mania meant I was never phased by staying up twenty hours a day or by the different time zones. I was Superman.
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