“How strange it would now like speaking without a voice. Is that what music is then, a ventriloquist with his doll ?”

“I feel like I'm dropping such a long way down again." "I seem to be dropping into a cold dark wet place, where no one's been before and noone can every follow. There's no future there; just a past ...”

“I can't describe the feeling when I go down it's down down down and there's never going to be an up again. And whatever was good isn't good any more; white becomes grey, music becomes dictionaries...”

“How strange it would now — like speaking without a voice. Is that what music is then, a ventriloquist with his doll ?”

“Love, like madness, can only fill the models that society makes available.”

“PTSD in its rawest form is a death sentence which causes many veterans and others to execute themselves in hope to be free.”

“That millions of people share the same forms of mental pathology does not make these people sane.”