The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
“I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can't feel pain, you aren't gonna feel anything else either.” — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer… — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so… — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't… — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
“It has always been easier to believe himself capable of evil than to accept evil in others.” — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
