You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

They will love me for that which destroys me.

Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.

Please. Don’t switch off my mind by attempting to straighten me out. Listen and understand, and when you feel contempt don’t express it, at least not verbally, at least not to me.

It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind