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

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

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.

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

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

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.