[...] I suppose this was the first time I had ever felt an urge not to be. Never an urge to die, far less an urge to put an end to myself - simply an urge not to be. This disgusting, hostile and unlovely world was not made for me, nor I for it. It was alien to me and I to it.

As I say I don't want to kill myself, I just wouldn't mind dying.

Families where there is not much laughter I think are signs of some sort of dysfunctionality or sickness.

My secret is that I have never thought there is a secret to anything in life. Passion. Love. Drive. Work. Work. Work. Dull but true.

You don't get depressed because bad things happen to you. That's getting pissed off and annoyed. That's reasonable. Someone hits you in the face you go ow, you know that's... but depression is something that happens like weather to you inside you.

Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the word's full octave.

Come back, and do that thing, be lovely to each-other.