As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

Judaism will be enmeshed in pride and shame for as long as it endures. But to endure as a country, Israel must shun both these tendencies.

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.

I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I'm already gone.