"Depression has a firm hand on my shoulder and Loneliness harangues me with his interrogation...I don't want to let them up the stairs to my apartment, either, but I know Depression, and he's got a billy club, so there's no stopping him from coming in if he decides that he wants to...Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it."

- Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert