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

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

If you have to end up in the hospital, try to focus all your pain in your heart rather than your head.

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.

...and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?

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

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happened then you can also live without a complete understanding of how. And in a way that's kind of relaxing.