I have yet to meet a man who has seen my true stars.
Nothing belongs more fully to an artist than his creation - even if you give him your youth, your money, your love, your courage, nothing belongs to you.
Your path lies across the stars.
I get all tangled up in your ribbons.
I'm never sick when you are well.
What are you going to do?,' he asked me. Me? Nothing. Something has just been broken inside me; you yourself will never be able to repair it.