Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

The things I carry closest to my heart are things I can't own.

All of the promises of politicians, generals, madmen, and crusaders that war can create peace have yet to be borne out.

There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.

Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they're no good.