It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.

Pain or not, I would most likely walk around in a suicidal reverie the rest of my life, never actually doing anything about it. Was there a psychological term for that? Was there a disease that involved an intense desire to die, but no will to go through with it? Couldn't talk and thoughts of suicide be considered a whole malady of their own, a special subcategory of depression in which the loss of a will to live has not quite been displaced by a determination to die?

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!

Even if I remember the first time perfectly, I don't remember the beginning at all. I mean: the beginning of addiction. It's hard to say when it becomes a problem; it sneaks up on you like a sun shower.

Banned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I’d like.

It's like Samson and Delilah: watch your back, because trouble could be the person you're sleeping with.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.