But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.

There's music in everything, even defeat

I was in love again. I was in trouble

As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.