Nothing Good Comes Out Of Depression.

I Am Tired Of Hiding, Tired Of Misspent And Knotted Energies, Tired Of The Hypocrisy, And Tired Of Acting As Though I Have Something To Hide.

I Am By Temperament An Optimist, And I Thought From The Beginning That There Was Much To Be Written About Suicide That Was Strangely Heartening.

There Are Relatively Few Things That Kill People That Are Young Other Than Car Accidents And Suicide.

One Is What One Is, And The Dishonesty Of Hiding Behind A Degree, Or A Title, Or Any Manner And Collection Of Words, Is Still Exactly That: Dishonest.

I Decided Early In Graduate School That I Needed To Do Something About My Moods. It Quickly Came Down To A Choice Between Seeing A Psychiatrist Or Buying A Horse. Since Almost Everyone I Knew Was Seeing A Psychiatrist, And Since I Had An Absolute Belief That I Should Be Able To Handle My Own Problems, I Naturally Bought A Horse.