“Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to…”

“On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide— it was Mary this time,…”

“I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January…”

“She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew…”