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Quote by Allen Ginsberg
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So I had a choice between going to a jail or going to a bughouse like a nice young middle-class student. So I chose to go to a very polite mental hospital. When I left eight months later, they said, You were never psychotic. You were just an average neurotic. – Allen Ginsberg

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The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. Thats what poetry does. – Allen Ginsberg

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The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives. – Georges Bataille

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A paranoiac, like a poet, is born, not made. – Luis Bunuel

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The sensitiveness claimed by neurotic is matched by their egotism: they cannot abide the flaunting by others of the sufferings to which they pay an even increasing amount of attention in themselves. – Marcel Proust

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