One of the terrible fallacies of contemporary psychotherapy is that if people would just say how they felt, a lot of problems could be solved.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

How can you hide from what never goes away?

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

I realize no matter how smart you are, you’ll end up trusting people and get hurt. This world is full of pretenders and you’ll never know.

The three principal trends affecting how we do business in the newspaper production industry might best come under the headings: automation, diversification, distributed print.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

London is like the tropical bush -- if you don't exercise constant care the jungle, in the shape of the slums, will break in.

A marriage of opposites - modern elements with antique pieces - highlights both their individuality and compatibility.

You can't break my heart. It's made of water.

Yes, I shot my wife because I thought she was Bigfoot, but I'm from New Jersey.

Judges, like the criminal classes, have their lighter moments

Just as a very little fresh water is blown away by a storm of wind and dust, in like manner the good deeds, that we think we do in this life, are overwhelmed by the multitude of evils.

The villagers seldom leave the village; many scientists have limited and poorly cultivated minds apart from their specialty.