If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

No pill can help me deal with the problem of not wanting to take pills; likewise, no amount of psychotherapy alone can prevent my manias and depressions. I need both. It is an odd thing, owing life to pills, one's own quirks and tenacities, and this unique, strange, and ultimately profound relationship called psychotherapy

Mood disorders are terribly painful illnesses, and they are isolating illnesses. And they make people feel terrible about themselves when, in fact, they can be treated.

I was bitterly resentful, but somehow greatly relieved. And I respected him enormously for his clarity of thought, his obvious caring, and his unwillingness to equivocate in delivering bad news.

I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on

One of the advantages of science is that one's work, ultimately, is either replicated or it is not.

The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.