You know why at the end of your life should you assemble thousands of pages of 'Why am I so sad why am I so depressed?' Instead assemble thousands of pages of why you're so content.

I didn't know my mother had it. I think a lot of women don't know their mothers had it that's the sad thing about depression. You know you don't function anymore. You shut down. You feel like you are in a void.

But I'm not like sad depressed miserable person. I guess sometimes I give off that impression.

It's much easier to write when you're sad. But you can end up isolated and depressed because you almost need to put yourself in that situation to have that angst to write from.

There's no excuse to be bored. Sad yes. Angry yes. Depressed yes. Crazy yes. But there's no excuse for boredom ever.

I took religion much too seriously however and its overall effect was depressing. I would have really liked to discard it but somehow I couldn't.

I'd fallen in love with a woman but she broke up with me and I was devastated. Six months later I went into a suicidal depression from the break-up of the relationship but I resolved to not do what my friends had done. And so I reached out for help.

Once upon a time my political opponents honored me as possessing the fabulous intellectual and economic power by which I created a worldwide depression all by myself.

I don't know what I would have done without believing in God. His support gives me power and energy to continue to be optimistic to smile not to be depressed. Sometimes if things are not going so well I don't cry. I say maybe it's meant to be.

When we are angry or depressed in our creativity we have misplaced our power. We have allowed someone else to determine our worth and then we are angry at being undervalued.