That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.

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

Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.

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

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.

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.

...if you feel everything intensely, ultimately you feel nothing at all.