“And I had not much of a voice. I didn't play that great guitar either.” — Leonard Cohen

There are some people who come to me for some illumination on their problems. I guess they feel I'm writing about some of the things they themselves are going through. But I don't usually have much help to give - there isn't much you can say to someone in the midst of their own crises.

When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That's about all you can do.

My two great heroes are W. B. Yeats and Federico García Lorca.

The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.