A lot of people don't realize that depression is an illness. I don't wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it.
At first I was queasy; I'll never forget the sound of the scalpel cutting a body open. But it was so cool trying to work out how these people died.
I don't care what people think or say about me, I know who I am.
It is quite annoying that we have to change the sound we invented just to avoid sounding like people who simply copy us, but.. It is flattering and of course challenging.
People die from typewriters falling on their heads.
Some people are desperately looking for scapegoats, they just don't want to see the truth!
Sometimes I go out disguised, but people still recognize me, so I find there is no point in even trying. It would be nice to get away from it, from time to time, but the fact is, there is no place on earth where I can go unrecognized.