What a surprise to find you could shift the contents of your head like rearranging furniture in a room.

Inspiration never arrived when you were searching for it.

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

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

successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.

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.

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