The Complexities Of What We Are Given

I Think You Have Waves Of Awareness And One Of The Things That I Found With Grief Was Actually - I Was Well Prepared For It By The Cyclicality Of My Manic Depressive Illness Because I Was Used To Things Coming And Going And So Forth.

I Think Wanting To Write Is A Fundamental Sign Of Disease And Discomfort. I Don't Think People Who Are Comfortable Want To Write.

An Ardent Temperament Makes One Very Vulnerable To Dreamkillers.

No Amount Of Love Can Cure Madness Or Unblacken One's Dark Moods. Love Can Help, It Can Make The Pain More Tolerable, But, Always, One Is Beholden To Medication That May Or May Not Always Work And May Or May Not Be Bearable

Looking At Suicide—the Sheer Numbers, The Pain Leading Up To It, And The Suffering Left Behind—is Harrowing. For Every Moment Of Exuberance In The Science, Or In The Success Of Governments, There Is A Matching And Terrible Reality Of The Deaths Themselves: The Young Deaths, The Violent Deaths, The Unnecessary Deaths