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

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

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

A horse is freedom so indominable that it becomes useless to imprison it to serve man: it lets itself be domesticated, but with a simple, rebellious toss of the head-shaking its mane like an abundance of free-flowing hair-it shows that its inner nature is always wild, translucent and free.

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