“I think I only needed something to hold on to. It has never been about depravity. It's always been about melody. But melody and I met in many depraved situations. Meeting melody is the victory of the empty spiralling nightmare.”

—  Pete Doherty

Extract from Prison Diaries, published in The Guardian, 2006
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