. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

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.

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

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they'd be my best friend. Other times you're being interviewed by a complete jerk.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

Autonomy is the whole thing; it's what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.