Depression is the flaw in love. There's no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss. And that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.

I grew up in a very rationalist household. My father, in particular, came from that mid-century tradition of thinking science will ultimately explain everything.

Some people are trapped by the belief that love comes in finite quantities, and that our kind of love exhausts the supply upon which they need to draw. I do not accept competitive models of love, only additive ones.

Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.

Fixing is the illness model; acceptance is the identity model; which way any family goes reflects their assumptions and resources.

I hated being depressed, but it was also in depression that I learned my own acreage, the full extent of my soul.

The Church responds to antiquated social realities, and those realities remain much more current in Utah precisely because of the Church.