The aggravated agony of depression is terrifying, and elation, its nonidentical twin sister, is even more terrifying-attractive as she may be for a moment. You are grandiose beyond the reality of your creativity.

His music was direct from his heart and brain in the purest form possible.

Music has a poetry of its own, and that poetry is called melody.

I would be going until I went over the bounds of reality and was then caught up in a profound wish to be dead without having to go through the shaming defeat of suicide.

The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed, but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses, near paralysis, psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately, the body is affected and feels sapped, drained.

Constantly downcast leads to the death bed.