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.

A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight!

Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead.

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.

As it is my good fortune to be American, I live in the only country that as a matter of policy is pro-Israel regardless of party allegiance; Democrats and Republicans equally unite behind the blue-and-white.

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.

The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in this world and in my life. I will eventually be so crazy from this black wave, which seems to be taking over my head with increasing frequency, that one day I will just kill myself, not for any great, thoughtful existential reasons, but because I need immediate relief.