Q: When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies, don't you want somebody to love?
A: No. Not at all. When all the joy within me dies, as it has on a few occasions, I want to disappear. I want to pack up all my belongings that I can, and go somewhere cold where I will not be found or hassled ever again. I do not think, "You know, I could really go for a quick screw right now. That will make everything better."