As for him "feeling dead", that's probably just a consequence of him being gone from your life for so long. In some sense he no longer feels real to you.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

To have my hopes raised and dashed again, it's like cold steel twisting in my gut.

I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.

I'm well aware that there is no job more important than that of raising a child, but the problem is that it isn't valued.

A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

Life and light will not let me be.

I sit there on the floor with the picture in front of me and think about how things get broken all the time by accident, and how sometimes you just don't get round to getting them fixed.

I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.

So who do I want to be tomorrow?

The only pleasing thing in life is pain. Pain creates pleasure, but not in the literal way.

A sure way to lose happiness, I found, is to want it at the expense of everything else.

[In the aftermath of death] Small talk feels too small, big talk too enormous.

The only way I was allowed to play was by convincing bands to let me do a few songs while they set up. That went on for years.

At 50, you need to laugh about your age. If you don't, everybody else will do it for you. Happy birthday, old chum!

The first persecution of the Church took place in the year 67, under Nero, the sixth emperor of Rome.

Some people are scared to tell the truth, but I'm going to tell you the Good, the bad, the ugly," it's like, "Let's go there. Let's talk about it."

We never did things as we were supposed to do. That was part of our ethic. We did what felt right to us, not what someone told us we should do.

I love jokes as much as anyone, but I don't want to hear my snail jokes every day. But I might want to hear a good song every day.

All schoolchildren are hostages to red tape and fiscal insufficiency.