A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.

Hope is only the love of life.

I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.

One thing I know is true. Try never to abandon hope for if you do, hope will surely try to abandon you.

There is one thing we know about meaning: that meaning consists in attachment to something bigger than you are.

As to whether the depression will come back, it is every depressive's fear.

Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you is agony indeed.

Sometimes I think depression should be called the coping illness. So many of us struggle on, not daring or knowing how to ask for help. More of us, terribly, go undiagnosed.

I had carried on when all I wanted was to be dead. I had stayed alive for other people. I never stayed alive for myself. I cannot begin to describe the intensity of that effort.

Everyone else has a work party, 'Kate said. 'So why shouldn't we? We're working hard at not being mad.

If our minds can hold us back, then they can push us forwards too.

In communications, familiarity breeds apathy.

To work effectively as an agent of change in a pluralistic society, it is necessary to be able to connect with people different from oneself.

The attainment of wholeness requires one to stake one's whole being. Nothing less will do; there can be no easier conditions, no substitutes, no compromises.

People who love literature have at least part of their minds immune from indoctrination. If you read, you can learn to think for yourself.

Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel.

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

There are only two colors to paint a boat, black or white, and only a fool would paint a boat black.

Every day I wake up, there's a little part of my brain that's thinking I might die in a terrorist attack today.

The process may seem strange and yet it is very true. I did not so much gain the knowledge of things by the words, as words by the experience I had of things.

You should know what is taken out of the ecosystem in order to give you a moment's sustenance.