Very early in my life it was already too late.

Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.

It's being a grown up, which I never figured out how to do, scrubbing the tub, and remembering to eat and shampoo my hair. It's the basics: I can write a whole book, but I cannot handle the basics.

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking

Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't.

One of the terrible fallacies of contemporary psychotherapy is that if people would just say how they felt, a lot of problems could be solved.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead