If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

Don't fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and a chat and learn their names and talk about the burns on their fingers and scratches on their ankles. Some of them are very nice.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

the history of melancholia includes all of us.

I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.