You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage

But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.

My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.