I think that one of the compelling themes of fiction is this confrontation between good and evil.

The writer's duty is to keep on writing.

The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it.

Let's face it, writing is hell.

The weather of Depression is unmodulated, its light a brownout.

A disruption of the circadian cycle—the metabolic and glandular rhythms that are central to our workaday life—seems to be involved in many, if not most, cases of depression; this is why brutal insomnia so often occurs and is most likely why each day’s pattern of distress exhibits fairly predictable alternating periods of intensity and relief.

[However], the sufferer from depression has no option, and therefore finds himself, like a walking casualty of war, thrust into the most intolerable social and family situations. There he must ... present a face approximating the one associated with ordinary events and companionship. He must try to utter small talk and be responsive to questions, and knowingly nod, and frown and, God help him, even smile.