“I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much”

“But answer me this: how can a story end happily if there is no love?”

“The plots and stories in the novels did not interest me so much as the point of view revealed.”

“It was silly but incredibly sweet, these people spending so much energy trying to figure me out. The answer: I don't like cherries.”

“Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.”

“People get the wrong idea about me, they think I'm depressed or something - I'm not depressed. I don't wish that I was dead, I wish... that you were all dead.”

“I think they find it — they find me quite confusing, because — they know the music, but they don't know anything about me … because I keep a very private lifestyle so they end up … making up stories as such. But I don't really concern myself too much about them.”

“I've never really thought of myself as depressed so much as I am paralyzed by hope.”

“The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums.”

“That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.”