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  • #1
    Emilie Autumn
    “I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #2
    Emilie Autumn
    “It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #3
    Emilie Autumn
    “It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #4
    Emilie Autumn
    “I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #5
    Emilie Autumn
    “And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #6
    Emilie Autumn
    “I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #7
    Marya Hornbacher
    “When you are mad, mad like this, you don't know it. Reality is what you see. When what you see shifts, departing from anyone else's reality, it's still reality to you.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

  • #8
    Marya Hornbacher
    “I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

  • #9
    Marya Hornbacher
    “You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

  • #10
    Marya Hornbacher
    “Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first place is that I'm coked to the gills on something utterly wrong for what I have.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

  • #11
    Marya Hornbacher
    “Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

  • #12
    Marya Hornbacher
    “I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “Is there no way out of the mind?”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #23
    Elizabeth Wurtzel
    “That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.”
    Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

  • #24
    Anaïs Nin
    “Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.”
    Anais Nin

  • #25
    Stephen Fry
    “It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.”
    Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot

  • #26
    Stephen Fry
    “Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.”
    Stephen Fry

  • #27
    Stephen Fry
    “If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

    Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.”
    Stephen Fry

  • #28
    Stephen Fry
    “Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.”
    Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot

  • #29
    Stephen Fry
    “Nowadays a lot of what was wrong with me would no doubt be ascribed to Attention Deficit Disorder, tartrazine food colouring, dairy produce and air pollution. A few hundred years earlier it would have been demons, still the best analogy I think, but not much help when it comes to a cure.”
    Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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