Through the healing process of time-and through medical intervention or hospitalization in many cases-most people survive depression which may be its only blessing; but to the tragic legion who are compelled to destroy themselves there should be no more reproof attached than to the victims of terminal cancer.

It's fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats as I am most of the time — for jittery people.

The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it.

It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.

Nonfiction writers are second-class citizens, the Ellis Island of literature. We just can't quite get in. And yes, it pisses me off.

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

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.