You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
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: Iām subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.
Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.