Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

...let the emotional weight of a scene rest on the dialogue wherever possible. This is the easy way to avoid overinterpretation, which seems to be what turns a scene from sympathetic to sentimental.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.