There was a time when I honestly believed that there was only a certain amount of pain one had to go through in life. Because manic-depressive illness had brought such misery and uncertainty in its wake, I presume life should therefore be kinder to me in other, more balancing ways. But then I also believed that I could fly through starfields and slide along the rings of Saturn. Perhaps my judgment left something to be desired. Robert Cowell, often crazy but rarely stupid, knew better than to assume a straight shot at happiness: If we see a light at the end of the tunnel, he said, it’s the light of an oncoming train.
- Pg. 139, An Unquiet Mind, ISBN – 978-0-679-76330-7, Kay Redfield Jamison