Reading - the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.

I think it's unfortunate to have critics for friends.

In the absence of hope we must still struggle to survive, and so we do-by the skin of our teeth.

Like Hemingway and Faulkner, but in an entirely different mode, Fitzgerald had that singular quality without which a writer is not really a writer at all, and that is a voice, a distinct and identifiable voice. This is really not the same thing as a style; a style can be emulated, a voice cannot, and the witty, rueful, elegaic voice gives his work its bright authenticity.

The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed, but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses, near paralysis, psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately, the body is affected and feels sapped, drained.

Depression...so mysteriously painful and elusive.