During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

I saw hell. The hospital had divided and conquered pretty successfully.

This is how psychiatry has functioned-as a kind of property arm of the government, who can put you away if your husband doesn't like you.

Politics is repetition. It is not change. Change is something beyond what we call politics. Change is the essence politics is supposed to be the means to bring into being.

The image of the woman as we know it is an image created by men and fashioned to suit their needs.

People have a right to their own lives, and if you can't help somebody, you ought to get out of their way.

Psychiatry causes so much death