Confidentiality is an ancient and well-warranted social value.

I think that when you're depressed, you can't concentrate long enough and well enough to read for the most part; some people can, but by and large people - that's one of the first things that goes, is the capacity to read meaningful literature. With grief, that's not true. For a while you can't read, but then you really are amenable to solace.

When I am high I couldn't worry about money of I tried. So I don't. The money will come from from somewhere; I am entitled; God will provide. Credit cards are disastrous, personal checks worse. Unfortunately, for manics anyway, mania is a natural extension of the economy.

I think you have waves of awareness and one of the things that I found with grief was actually - I was well prepared for it by the cyclicality of my manic depressive illness because I was used to things coming and going and so forth.

Love, like life, is much stranger and far more complicated than one is brought up to believe.

Everyone has good cause for suicide, or at least it seems that way to those who search for it. (74)

I think people don't understand how intimately tied suicide is to mental illness, particularly to depressive illness and bipolar illness.