Knowledge is marvelous, but wisdom is even better.

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.

anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

That’s why we gotta do good things now. Make good decisions. Try to move the rudder long before the boat ever gets near the iceberg, right?

In modern Greek history, there is a close relationship between national humiliation and political radicalization.

I love the medium and I love individual comics, but the business is nothing I would be proud of.

Follow the way of virtue. Follow the way joyfully through this world and on beyond.

Never say never Never is a long, undependable time, and life is too full of rich possibilities to have restrictions placed upon it.

Big results require big ambitions.

I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind and rain came. Who knows how many petals had fallen?

I work hard, but in spurts.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.