I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.
I'm just a negative person, a deeply negative person. I see the worst aspects of everything.
Melancholy sees the worst of things...[rather than the best]
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.
Bear in mind that the children of life are the children of joy; that the lower animals are only unhappy when made so by man; that man alone of all the creatures, has "found out many inventions", the chief of which appears to be the art of making himself miserable, and of seeing all Nature stained with that dark and hateful colour.
If life were a camera, I'd have the lens cap on.
Melancholy sees the worst of things, things as they may be, and not as they are. It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull.
I feel like humans are a disease. It's a hard thing to communicate in a pop song. I mean, who wants to hear that?
I wanted to work with somebody who seemed like he came from the same place that I did, which is that total immersion and learning about the world around, from this very gritty, dark side, and had access to that.
