I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else either.
Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?
Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it’s damn hard to smile.
Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.
And if you ever do a survey, you’ll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.
Make notes – I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.
And do not be paralyzed. It is better to move than to be unable to move, because you fear loss so much: loss of order, loss of security, loss of predictability.
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.