I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.

Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.

The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.

We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.

Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.