I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

How can you hide from what never goes away?

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking

One of the terrible fallacies of contemporary psychotherapy is that if people would just say how they felt, a lot of problems could be solved.

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

Knowledge is half the battle. The application of knowledge is the other half.

I suppose you can guess the whole story now? After all, it's a primitive story. A man had two enemies. He was a wise man. And so he discovered that two enemies are better than one.

I have the best job in the world. I wake up every morning energized at the thought of running Rio de Janeiro, the most exciting city on the planet.

In France, older women are considered sensual, and they don't have to mask the lines and wrinkles and erase every sign of their life on earth to be attractive and get laid.

Somebody will always break your records. It is how you live that counts.

Treachery is more often the effect of weakness than of a formed design.

It's terrible to lose your brain and your power to be conscious or in the moment.

Fool you once, you are forgiven. Fool you twice, you're just a fool.

Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.

The mind is susceptible to suggestions. It learns whatever you teach it.