And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.

[I had a sense of interior panic].Always. I didn't really know what to call it for a long time, but I have a friend in Greece who used that word panic a lot, and I found myself resisting it, until I totally accepted that as a precise description of my interior condition. It was mostly panic from one moment to the next. And nothing much else was going on.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.

The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

I don't know which side is anybody on any more. I don't really care. There is a moment when we have to transcend the side we're on and understand that we are creatures of a higher order.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!