Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader’s hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books.

You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself.

virago

Well maybe it started that way–as a dream–but doesn’t everything?

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.