It seemed like this was one big Prozac nation, one big mess of malaise. Perhaps the next time half a million people gather for a protest march on the White House green it will not be for abortion rights or gay liberation, but because we're all so bummed out.— Elizabeth Wurtzel
Breathtaking Prozac Nation quotations
When a nation becomes devoid of art and learning, it invites poverty. And when poverty comes it brings in its wake of thousands of crimes.
Ever since I was a little kid, I was competitive.
I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.
The United States is a nation of laws: badly written and randomly enforced.
But I did have two months off between Loser and the start of Prozac Nation.
So, it was supposed to be Jason time, right? My time to enjoy myself away from movies.
Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.
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.
Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.
America is terrified of the passage of time. Prozac Nation. Land of Face Lifts.
I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile.
I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight!
I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible
I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.
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.
You know you've completely descended into madness when the matter of shampoo has ascended to philosophical heights.
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.
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.
There is a classic moment in ‘The Sun Also Rises’ when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, “Gradually and then suddenly.” When someone asks how I lost my mind, that’s all I can say too.
Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.
Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't.
In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.
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.
I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
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.
The moment in The Bell Jar when Esther Greenwood realizes after thirty days in the same black turtleneck that she never wants to wash her hair again, that the repeated necessity of the act is too much trouble, that she wants to do it once and be done with it, seems like the book's true epiphany. You know you've completely descended into madness when the matter of shampoo has ascended into philosophical heights.