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.

My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!

The measure of mindfulness, the touchstone for sanity in this society, is our level of productivity, our attention to responsibility, our ability to plain and simple hold down a job.

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

Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.

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.

There are some remarks that are so stupid that to be even vaguely aware of them is the intellectual equivalent of living next door to Chernobyl.