We all move uneasily within our restraints.

I am a huge advocate of prescription drugs given wisely and for the right reasons and the right diagnosis and also psychotherapy.

I am tired of hiding, tired of misspent and knotted energies, tired of the hypocrisy, and tired of acting as though I have something to hide.

I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no subsitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life. Normal people are not always boring. On the contrary. Volatility and passion, although often more romantic and enticing, are not intrinsically preferable to a steadiness of experience and feeling about another person.

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

There are relatively few things that kill people that are young other than car accidents and suicide.

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