I can be a very valuable friend to you, but you do not want me as an enemy.

Maybe my movie isn't over, I say, because sometimes moviemakers trick the audience with a false bad ending, and just when you think the movie is going to end badly, something dramatic happens, which leads to the happy ending. This seems like a good spot for something dramatic to happen, especially since it's my birthday.

You can lose yourself in repetition—quiet your thoughts; I learned the value of this at a very young age.

I'm trying to let him know what I'm about to do. I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.

Also, I sort of let my appearance go, to the point where I was maybe ten to seventy pounds overweight.

Miracles happen on Christmas, Pat. Everybody knows that.

The problem with the stigma around mental health is really about the stories that we tell ourselves as a society. What is normal? That's just a story that we tell ourselves.