deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

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.

To believe the non-Self’s intent as the Self’s intent is indeed an illusion. To believe that ‘I am the doer’

I think that there is nothing not even crime more opposed to poetry to philosophy ay to life itself than this incessant business.

Necessity knows no law.

I learned to play piano on my own and my parents thought "Oh it would be a good thing for you take piano lessons. That's the way you really need to learn to play the piano."

To be really sorry for one's errors is like opening the door of Heaven.

There is value in long years of obscurity, if one doesn't go insane or suicidal, in that, simply because nobody is looking, the habit of fooling around and trying things out gets ingrained.

No one is sane, straight along, year in and year out, and we all know it. Our insanities are of varying sorts, and express themselves in varying forms-fortunately harmless forms as a rule.

I love teaching. It's a job that lasts forever. Whatever you teach children today travels with them far into the future.

It always seemed to me they're sort of alike ... magic and music. Spells and tunes. For one thing, you have to get them just exactly right.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.