Jonathan Harnisch Quotes

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Jonathan Harnisch
“I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark—the perfect time for creativity.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Porcelain Utopia

Jonathan Harnisch
“What if you had such severe schizophrenia that your life was just one hallucination after another? And what if people kept trying to drag you back out of those hallucinations, to prove that you weren't living in reality and that reality was nothing more than a psych hospital? Would you go?”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“I’d trade every last dollar, every shred of dignity, for one damn Klonopin—just to silence the nerves screaming that I’m still alive. High, drunk, broken—whatever it takes to fake peace in a body that won’t stop lying.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“There exists a breed of darkness so insidious that it wears the mask of humanity, feeding on suffering, thriving in deception, and poisoning everything it touches. Evil is not just an act—it is a force, a presence, a disease that walks among us.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“Hell isn’t beneath us—it’s stitched into the fabric of this world, disguised as life. I didn’t want to vanish—I just didn’t want to rot unheard.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“I am possessed—not by devils from hell, but by nerves that scream louder than sin. Every breath is a betrayal. To fake calm in a corpse that still moves is the cruelest joke. The devil wears my skin now. And he lies.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“He doesn’t lock the door anymore—not out of courage, but quiet desperation. Each night, he lies there, hollowed and waiting, hoping a stranger might cross the threshold and finish the story he can’t bring himself to end. It isn’t bravery. It’s surrender in disguise. He doesn’t wish for peace, not even sleep—just an ending that isn’t authored by his own hand. A final act. A random mercy. That’s all he asks.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“Claudia had this way of vanishing just before I needed her most. Like a drug that only works in dreams. I carved her initials into the bathroom mirror with a broken pill bottle.
When the blood ran, I imagined it was her perfume.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“Claudia had this way of vanishing just before I needed her most. Like a drug that only works in dreams. I carved her initials into the bathroom mirror with a broken pill bottle. When the blood ran, I imagined it was her perfume.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

Jonathan Harnisch
“Some days I survive by accident, not hope. The pain never stops—it just changes costume. And still, somewhere in the static, there’s a flicker of magic: not in healing, but in enduring. That’s the human condition—staying alive with no good reason, except that part of you refuses to vanish quietly.”
Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia