I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Its the people you are close to, the ones who love you, the ones who have seen your heart, who have touched… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think that I was forced to withdraw into depression because it was the only rightful protest I could throw in… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
One of the terrible fallacies of contemporary psychotherapy is that if people would just say how they felt, a lot of problems… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I become one of those people who walks alone in the dark at night while others sleep or watch Mary Tyler Moore… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wish there were a way to let people know that just because I live in a world without rules, and… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I made 'Prozac Nation' necessary reading because I write necessarily. I tell my story because it is about everyone else: in 1993,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Whenever I talk to anyone I care about, I am always seeking approval. There is always a pleading lilt in my voice… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The most likely person to kill you is your wife, but that probably won't happen. What probably will happen is a million… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
It seemed like this was one big Prozac nation, one big mess of malaise. Perhaps the next time half a million people… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Some people just seem like they are up to no good. Like, in high school, I was a good student and got… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Am I worried people will say I'm repeating myself? Sure. One thought I had was to publish it as a novel but… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Bruce Springsteen really got any creative person's dream career, and his good-heartedness and good-spiritedness are part of it: both because it made… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The measure of our mindfulness, the touchstone for sanity in this society, is our level of productivity, our attention to responsibility, our… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
People who think that Sylvia Plath was a poor, sensitive poet are not getting that she had great amounts of ambition and… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for love that… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“...if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he'll never know. There is… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Its the people you are close to, the ones who love you, the ones who have seen your heart, who have touched your soul… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
What I would do to be Alice climbing through the looking glass, taking one of those pills that makes you small ... so small.… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like its all perfectly normal in the morning. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Just as our parents quieted us when we were noisy by putting us in front of the television set, maybe we're now learning to… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I'm lost in a loneliness that feels like forever ... like a solitude that never goes away. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
