That's the real shame. Society is not well-served by sending a convict to a penitentiary who needs mental-health care.

Mr. Magee, in retrospect, would've been far better off in a penitentiary. He would've either been in a minimum-security institution by now or he would be living in the community.

It’s the idea that people living close to nature tend to be noble. It’s seeing all those sunsets that does it. You can’t watch a sunset and then go off and set fire to your neighbor’s tepee. Living close to nature is wonderful for your mental health.

We take any child that has at least a history of violence and mental health needs and can't be taken by other treatment centers.

There is a self interest in voting for a society where there is health care for all, where there's a mental health service for all, where there is education service for all.

When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We come back to life thinner, paler, weaker … but as survivors. Survivors who don’t get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it. Survivors who wake to more work than before because their friends and family are exhausted from helping them fight a battle they may not even understand. I hope to one day see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle, and as a celebration of the victories made each day as we individually pull ourselves up out of our foxholes to see our scars heal, and to remember what the sun looks like.