Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

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.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they're handed, and that seems courageous to me.