We don't seek the painful experiences that hew our identities, but we seek our identities in the wake of painful experiences.

There is neither a cure for nor a way to repair autism. There is no implant like there is for the deaf.

With children who have never said a word, parents tend to assume, for better or for worse, that there isn't any language there.

We live in the right time, even if it doesn't always feel like it.

A large proportion of my best friends are a little bit crazy. ... I try to be cautious with my friends who are too sane. Depression is itself destructive, and it breeds destructive impulses: I am easily disappointed in people who don't get it.

The more gay people can tell our stories, the more other people will accept gay people.

One of the things that often gets lost in discussions of depression is that you know it's ridiculous. You know it's ridiculous while you're experiencing it. You know that most people manage to listen to their messages, and eat lunch, and organise themselves to take a shower and go out the front door, and that it's not a big deal. And yet you are nonetheless in its grip and you are unable to figure out any way around it.