I'm still a nobody, when am I not going to be a nobody?

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

I don't-" I shake my head. (...) "What? What were you going to say?" This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you had the intention of saying.

People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.

But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.

The absolute worst part of being depressed is the food. A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships. I don't think your relationship with your parents is that important. Some people never know their parents. I don't think your relationship with your friends are important. But your relationship with air-that's key. You can't break up with air. You're kind of stuck together. Only slightly less crucial is water. And then food. You can't be dropping food to hang with someone else. You need to strike up an agreement with it.

Nobody had told me I was common.