I bet if you cut open my stomach, the black slug of depression would slide out.

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

I will be stronger than my sadness.

..because never in my life have I ever been picked when there was another alternative.

I wonder if that's how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.I don't want it to win.

He can't make me love him when he's going to leave me.

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock.

Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?

There are many ways to roll with the punches. Still, it’s probably best to avoid people who punch you.

When left holding an empty bag, fill it with dreams of honor and glory!

Intelligence is a moral category.

I delight in what I fear.

A Bill of Rights that means what the majority wants it to mean is worthless.

You are but an appearance, and not absolutely the thing you appear to be.

Up there with my awards, I have a great big statue of Groucho Marx, just to put everything in perspective.

I am surprised that anyone can profess to be an atheist.

Hamlet, that's the only role there is, finally. The only role. After that, you settle down and only do the fun things on stage.

I don't see this as Marty [St. Louis] replacing me. I see this as Marty getting the opportunity he deserves.