A million people a year kill themselves. Between ten and twenty million people a year try to. Worldwide, men are over three times more likely to kill themselves than women.

There is this idea that you either read to escape or you read to find yourself. I don't really see the difference. We find ourselves through the process of escaping.

Minds have their own weather systems. You are in a hurricane. Hurricanes run out of energy eventually. Hold on.

Forcing yourself to see the world through love's gaze can be healthy. Love is an attitude to life. It can save us.

That kind of monotony that running generates - the one soundtracked by heavy breathing and the steady rhythm of feet on pavements - became a kind of metaphor for depression.

One cliche attached to bookish people is that they are lonely, but for me books were my way out of being lonely.

The way out is never through yourself.

I wanted to be dead. No. That's not quite right. I didn't want to be dead, I just didn't want to be alive.

Goals are the source of misery. An unattained goal causes pain, but actually achieving it brings only a brief satisfaction.

Hate is a pointless emotion to have inside you. It is like eating a scorpion to punish it for stinging you.

There is no standard normal. Normal is subjective. There are seven billion versions of normal on this planet.

Be thankful for the efforts of people who worked hard to get you where you are

Just identify the very first physical action you need to take, and do it.

Cut your goals into tiny units of work and think only about one unit at a time.

The first step forward is to admit your fear, then you can take the next step to conquer it.

There are three ages of man: youth middle age and "Gee you look good."

The stakes they play for in politics are paper and money. The chips they play with are your life.

Work finally begins when the fear of doing nothing exceeds the fear of doing it badly.

A bacteriologist is a man whose conversation always start with the germ of an idea.

The only good bureaucrat is one with a pistol at his head. Put it in his hand and it's good-bye to the Bill of Rights.

Unionism, seldom if ever, uses such powers as it has to ensure better work; almost always it devotes a large part of that power to safeguard bad work.