I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.

She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

After that we tried thirty-nine times to stand together on the tube until we finally did. It was fun. I liked the falling part, and holding hangs. Relationships were so easy when all you had to work on was standing up together.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

Perhaps depression is caused by asking oneself too many unanswerable questions.