I am by temperament an optimist, and I thought from the beginning that there was much to be written about suicide that was strangely heartening.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting

I am tired of hiding, tired of misspent and knotted energies, tired of the hypocrisy, and tired of acting as though I have something to hide.

Confidentiality is an ancient and well-warranted social value.

One of things so bad about depression and bipolar disorder is that if you don't have prior awareness, you don't have any idea what hit you.

Love, like life, is much stranger and far more complicated than one is brought up to believe.

Manic depression distorts moods and thoughts, incites dreadful behaviors, destroys the basis of rational thought, and too often erodes the desire and will to live.

You become aware of an illness by understanding yourself and understanding the meaning that that illness has in your own life, symbolically and, more importantly, quite literally.

There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness and terror involved in this kind of madness... It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

Mother, who has an absolute belief that it is not the cards that one is dealt in life, it is how one plays them, is, by far, the highest card I was dealt.

I think people don't understand how intimately tied suicide is to mental illness, particularly to depressive illness and bipolar illness.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic an took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.

The aura of uninvincibility has gone, if there is such a word.

Whoever has recognized the vainglory of individuality will not attach any store ("n'attachera aucun prix à", Fr.) to fame. The only one thing which is really valuable, it is to do good.

My goal has always been to try to live up to every ounce of my potential.

Worship your heroes from afar; contact withers them.

The evening is really hard for me. I have to force myself not to eat.

I don't know if I have a technique. I'm just trying to remember the words.

People feel optimistic. Look at the jobs report.

It is easy to take away the world that we think is so permanent and reliable.

It's amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.