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  • Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.

  • I believe women who are supported by men are prostitutes, that is that, and I am heartbroken to live through a time where Wall Street money means these women are not treated with due disdain.

    "Elizabeth Wurtzel Confronts Her One-Night Stand of a Life". www.thecut.com. January 6, 2013.
  • And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.13, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Jesus, I wondered, what do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify or push it outside or find its beauty within. That is the pain I’m feeling now. Its so bad, its useless. The only lesson I will ever derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.231, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least partly to blame.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.136, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.12, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • I need someone to shut off my brain, and turn on my heart.

  • Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.319, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Because trying to see all sides, such an instinct is particularly Jewish.

    "Standing against a tide of hatred" by Elizabeth Wurtzel, www.theguardian.com. January 16, 2009.
  • if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.154, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.85, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.267, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • In a typical mental health catch-22, the alienating nature of depression tends to keep its sufferers from finding their way to the very support groups that might help them.

  • I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.214, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. 'Madness' is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.270, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.

    "Failure to Launch: When Beauty Fades". www.elle.com. May 20, 2009.
  • 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. The fog is like a cage without a key.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.179, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • ...if you feel everything intensely, ultimately you feel nothing at all.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.302, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how much therapy I embark on, how much I try to achieve that elusive thing known as perspective, which is supposed to put all past wrongs into their rightful and diminished place, that happy place where all the talk is of lessons learned and inner peace. No one will ever understand the potency of my memories, which are so solid and vivid that I don’t need a psychiatrist to tell me they are driving me crazy. My subconscious has not buried them, my superego has not restrained them. They are front and center, they are going on right now.

    Memories   Past  
    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.81, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • I become one of those people who walks alone in the dark at night while others sleep or watch Mary Tyler Moore reruns or pull all-nighters to finish up some paper that's due first thing tomorrow. I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece. I want all my important possessions, my worldly goods, with me at all times. I want to hold what little sense of home I have left with me always.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.192, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty four hours.

  • At heart, I have always been a coper, I've mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I've always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I'd be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.127, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.

  • homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.82, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn’t care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn’t believe there was anything they could do, not knowing—or not wanting to know—that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.84, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • The American Dream, coupled with government subsidies of utilities and cheap consumer goods courtesy of slave labour somewhere else, has kept the poor huddled masses from rising up.

    "America, land of the free to be stupid" by Elizabeth Wurtzel, www.theguardian.com. November 5, 2010.
  • Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother’s bureau. I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic — I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.131, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Embrace fanaticism. Harness joie de vivre by pursuing insane interests, consuming passions, and constant sources of gratification that do not depend on the approval of others

  • I'll see Naomi Wolf on television periodically, I have nothing against her and what she says, but I'll feel that she's a politician, like she's got an agenda to get across and that she doesn't always say what's really true or exactly what she feels.

  • Israel fights back, which is very much at odds with the Jewish instinct to discuss and deconstruct everything until action itself seems senseless.

    "Standing against a tide of hatred" by Elizabeth Wurtzel, www.theguardian.com. January 16, 2009.
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