If you kept moving, you never had to mourn what you were leaving behind.

Depression was a very active state really. Even if you appeared to an observer to be immobilized, your mind was in a frenzy of paralysis. You were unable to function, but were actively despising yourself for it.

Dying was apparently a weaning process; all the attachments to familiar people and objects have to be undone.

Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.

Just as you began to feel that you could make good use of time, there was no time left to you.

A snake will always be a snake, even if you put a chain around its neck and try to make it walk upright.

Inspiration never arrived when you were searching for it.