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

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind

Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

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.

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

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.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.