“It is two years since I emerged from depression and I no longer want myself dead. I want myself alive. I am no longer my own enemy. Depression is the enemy. The monster lives at my gate. My hope is that, with sufficient effort and luck, I can keep it there.”

“The deeper I go into myself the more I realize that I am my own enemy.”

“May God defend me from my friends: I can defend myself from my enemies. ”

“I forgot for a second that he was my ancestral enemy, and felt bad for him; then i consoled myself that bird poop brings good luck”

“I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.”

“I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I’m a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny that I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand.I am not a Good Robot. To tell a story about a robot who wants to be human is a distraction. There is no difference. Alive is alive. There is only one verb that matters: to be.”