I was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of wine... to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn't help when most of them are dead.

I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes, he never quite goes this low.

I'm capable of looking on the bright side. I just don't do it very often.

Diazapam (that's valium), temazepam, lithium, ECT, HRT - how long must I stay on this stuff? Don't give me anymore!

Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body? I dunno.

My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.