The group had an atomic structure: a nucleus of nuts surrounded by darting, nervous nurse-electrons charged with our protection.
The disorder is more common in women. Note the construction of that sentence. They did not write, The disorder is more common in women. It would still be suspect, but they didn't bother trying to cove...
That’s because the analysts are writing about a country they call Mind and the neuroscientists are reporting from a country they call Brain.
Sometimes the only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.
Some people say that having any conscious opinion on the matter is a mark of sanity, but I'm not sure that's true. I still think about it. I'll always have to think about it. I often ask myself if I'm...
Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneat...
Particular patterns of thought get attached to particular movements or activities, and before you know it, it’s impossible to approach that movement or activity without dislodging an avalanche of pret...
Once you start parsing a face, it's a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots.
Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyon...
Life was hellish, she knew that. But, her smile hinted, she’d burned all that out of her.
It's one of the reasons I became a writer, to be able to smoke in peace.
It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is stale, flat and unprofitable; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought.
It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.
I'm your mind, it claims. You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses
I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that it was my task to swallow fifty asprin.It was my task:my job for the day.-17 Girl Interrupted
I can't come up with reassuring answers to the terrible questions they raise. Don't ask me those questions! Don't ask me what life means or how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelati...
Gli altri due quadri sono autosufficienti. I personaggi si guardano l’un l’altro: la signora e la domestica, il soldato e la sua innamorata. Vederli è come sbirciare attraverso un buco in una parete....
Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression.
Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression.Isn't there some other way to look at this? After all, angst of these dimensions...
Boyfriends and literature: How can you make a life out of those two things? As it turns out, I did; more literature than boyfriends lately, but I guess you can't have everything.