Life is first boredom, then fear.

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.

What will survive of us is love.

In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.