I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be

I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.

Why take drugs specifically designed to send you insane?

We're deaf men working as musicians; we play the music but we can't hear it.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.