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.

Love has, at its best, made the inherent sadness of life bearable, and its beauty manifest.

Curiosity, wonder, and passion are defining qualities of imaginative minds and great teachers...Restlessness and discontent are vital things... Intense experience and suffering instruct us in ways less intense emotions can never do.

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

From a public health point of view, still the overwhelming problem is that people are not treated enough for depression; depression remains under treated.

Suicide is not a blot on anyone’s name; it is a tragedy

If people can talk about having breast cancer, why can't people who have mental illness talk about mental illness? Until we're able to do that, we're not going to be treated with the same kind of respect for our diseases as other people.