Look to the living, love them, and hold on.

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

I decided early in graduate school that I needed to do something about my moods. It quickly came down to a choice between seeing a psychiatrist or buying a horse. Since almost everyone I knew was seeing a psychiatrist, and since I had an absolute belief that I should be able to handle my own problems, I naturally bought a horse.

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?

I think wanting to write is a fundamental sign of disease and discomfort. I don't think people who are comfortable want to write.

Children need the freedom and time to play. Play is not a luxury; the time spent engaged in it is not time that could be better spent in more formal educational pursuits. Play is a necessity.

There is an assumption, in attaching Puritan concepts such as 'successful' and 'unsuccessful' to the awful, final act of suicide, that those who 'fail' at killing themselves not only are weak, but incompetent, incapable even of getting their dying quite right.