If a family can walk out of the hospital having lost their child and say that they couldn't have been better supported, then I can go home and feel OK.

I want to leave my boring job because I want to write, because I want to catch up with goings on in the theatre, because I want to travel and because I want to be with my family.

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

When I'm asked where I want to be in five or 10 years time, I say I just want to be alive and healthy.

I couldn’t wait to pursue my love of singing again. Music helped me through a lot in the hospital, and it seemed like I was far away from my troubles when I was singing or listening to music.

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,

whoever I was, I was

alive
for a little while.

I just wanted to go home, to the language in which I was known, and loved.

Rescue me from everything, I just wanna live.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

But I want to encourage people and not take things too seriously. I want myself and everyone else to feel at ease and feel like they’re in their safe place.

I'm feeling much better, which is what allowed me to ask the doctors for permission to come see my family and friends, recharge my batteries, clear my head, and go back out. I've been out of the country since last February, that's about eight months, which is a bit long

I don't want to die as long as I can work; the minute I can not, I want to go.

After a little while I felt a little better, but very little. I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.

I just want to be happy, joyous and free.