Haven’t lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don’t lose what you never had.
I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.
I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.
I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.
With my friends, I don’t feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.
I notice when I’m on these trips, I read like mad. It’s the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!
You have to live your life according to what comforts you, not what the rest of your family thinks you ought to be doing.
Don’t put anyone out of your heart, there’s room for all.
To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind.
Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they’re handed, and that seems courageous to me.
Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.
Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.
Autonomy is the whole thing; it’s what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.
The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.
Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.
Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.
Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.
For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night’s rest.
Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they’d be my best friend. Other times you’re being interviewed by a complete jerk.
People that keep stiff upper lips find that it’s hard to smile.