I’d fully taken the road many people start on, but most abandon: common sense had given me a miss, and I’d become an artist.
No one is depressed when they’re asleep, which is why being in bed is such a safe place if you’re really down.
I have a strange habit of walking down streets and staring up, rather than looking at shopfronts and stuff like that.
The reason so many intelligent and creative people suffer from depression is that when you take the risk of being fully conscious, you open Pandora’s box, and you can’t close it again.
I’d had an early stint in acting school, and there was something satisfying about becoming a character, about being inside another mind that you had to create out of yourself. As I moved toward a life in writing, I found many of the things I’d learned in acting school still applied.