I'm not harmful, just introspective. You can probably think I'm weird, but it's not harmful weird.

I don't need music for the good times. I don't have that kind of need. Music doesn't serve me like that.

When I read that Malaysia Airlines flight MH370 had disappeared - a state-of-the-art Boeing 777, said to be an incredibly safe way to travel - I waited patiently for the chance to learn what happened.

The destructive power of a lie is stronger than the truth.

I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.

I don't wish to be anything more or less than what I am. If this is how it is, then so be it.

I'm not a very good writer. I'm working at it.