Chaos and intensity are no substitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life.

Confidentiality is an ancient and well-warranted social value.

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.

One is what one is, and the dishonesty of hiding behind a degree, or a title, or any manner and collection of words, is still exactly that: dishonest.

The complexities of what we are given in life are vast and beyond comprehension.

I am reminded of the importance of small kindnesses.

Anybody who's had to contend with mental illness - whether it's depression, bipolar illness or severe anxiety, whatever - actually has a fair amount of resilience in the sense that they've had to deal with suffering already, personal suffering.