You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage
Facts and particulars annoy me.
Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.