So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

The most likely person to kill you is your wife, but that probably won't happen. What probably will happen is a million little betrayals of varying degrees of pain, brought on by people you love, the only ones who really can hurt you.

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

if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away.

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

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