Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner." Dr. Mahmoud leans in. "Life is managed.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself

That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

Fear of joy is the darkest of captivities.

One stone is enough to break a glass, One sentence is enough to break a heart, One smile is enough to fall in love, & one God is enough to live a fulfilling life..

The more we idealize the past and refuse to acknowledge our childhood sufferings, the more we pass them on unconsciously to the next generation.

I've called Chicago home for nearly 25 years. It's a city of broad shoulders and big hearts and bold dreams; a city of legendary sports figures, legendary sports venues, and legendary sports fans.

I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.

If you do something really cognitively demanding, like buying furniture, it turns out buying furniture is one of the most difficult things we do. Go into a furniture store and look at a sofa.

I'm not a politician. I don't know how to solve the problems of the world. But as an artist, I have one duty: to ask questions.

Sometimes I feel that I am a natural born genius in a field of human endeavor that hasn't been invented yet

I think every player listens out for his name being sung and it's something I really enjoy.

To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.