“Illness was a temporary respite, a release from the demands of an alienating world.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“And I saw and still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“Prozac, too made me want to weep. Prozac, too, was grief, because it returned me to the regular world with consequences I… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“Getting better was a grief. One morning you woke up and your fever had fled. Your throat felt depressingly fine.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“If this is the case, then the “normal state” Prozac ushers in is an experience in the surreal, Dali’s dripping clock, a… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I had lived my life by these kinds of banners, only now, searching the sentence, I found little in it that resonated… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t reach her. I was never able to reach her. Maybe she moved at a pace too fast. Maybe she was… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“In illness, the world went wonderfully warped, high temperatures turning your pillow to a dune of snow and bringing the night sky,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I had lots of books, most of them nonfiction, because I’d always felt that in nonfiction, specifically in the disciplines of psychology,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“But what happens if such a patient, say myself, for instance, has rarely if ever experienced a normal state of functioning? What… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I love you as only a lover can. Less depressed, less obsessed, I am better than ever able to love your hair,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“If you have been sick for long, long time, Prozac may make you high. It probably won't make you high the way… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“A piano tuner used to come over to our house when I was young. He was a blind man, his eyes burnt-out… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“When you die, there’s that much less breath to the world, and across continents someone supposedly separate gasps for air. When Marie, Joseph, peter,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“When I was a girl I loved fevers and flus and the muzzy feeling of a head cold, all these states carrying with them… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“Why doesn't passionate love last? how is it possible to see a person as beautiful on Monday, and 364 days later, on another Monday,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“... instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.” — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“How do you describe emptiness? Is it the air inside a bubble, the darkness in a pocket, snow? I think, yes, I was six… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Everyone knows that a lot of memoirs have made-up scenes; it's obvious. And everyone knows that half the time at least fictions contain literal… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Are psychiatric crises so overwhelming to the mind that they inhibit the presence of ethics? Is depression at root an amoral phenomenon, its focus… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I had lived my life by these kinds of banners, only now, searching the sentence, I found little in it that resonated deep in… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
Much has been said about the meanings we make of illness, but what about the meanings we make out of cure? Cure is complex,… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I believe my strength has something to do with memory, with that concept of fluid time. For while I recall with clarity the terror… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t reach her. I was never able to reach her. Maybe she moved at a pace too fast. Maybe she was too sad.… — Lauren Slater Copy Share Image
