I've never really thought of myself as depressed so much as I am paralyzed by hope.

Get out of your house and go see some live performance, for God's sake. There are people creating things just outside your window.

The thing that keeps the thoughts coming back is the power that you put in the thought that you can't think of it.

My therapist says I'm afraid of success. I guess I could understand that, because after all, fulfilling my potential would REALLY cut into my sitting-around time

I have trouble watching singers because they are so sincere.

If you're ever if you're ever thinking, “Oh, but I'm a waste of space and I'm a burden,” remember: that also describes the Grand Canyon. Why don't you have friends and family take pictures of you from a safe distance? Revel in your majestic profile?

I love support groups, people talking about their feelings.