Character: Billy Milligan

We must want to be treated. Take help only when you want the person you helped. We need to trust him.

I felt like a fool because it has lost all received from other talents. I thought I toupee and toupee, and the pressure keeps growing and growing. The fear and stress undermined my strength. And the noise increased, colors became unbearably intense. I wanted to go to his room, slamming the door and yelling, yelling, yelling...

Hope for the best but prepare for the worst.

People generally like to look at the past, trying to understand where they came from.

I struggled, trying to achieve more. But my life turned into hell.

I'm more of a stranger listen to than close that is going through me.

Probably some kind of psychological test, "or I'm a moron and don't know what the hell they are doing, TA-da-da-da".

Time goes by, and my soul is filled with hatred of life.

Yes, I'm the only person who manages to hallucinate without LSD.

That have no interest to explain anything to people, but when they don't understand what he says, angry. Patience toward others he has no time.

If you're treated well, sooner or later have to pay for it. There is always some kind of trap.

Well, what can I do? I have inside only accumulated during the long years of hatred. I can't handle it.

For you the hardest thing in life?
- When someone offends me.

For me to take, as the rest of the patients, but no one here doesn't trust me. Others can ride in the van on trips, and I don't. I have to sit here. And I hate that they are so persistently call me Billy.