If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

The light of Greece opened my eyes, penetrated my pores, expanded my whole being.

I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.

The essential thing is to WANT to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.

I demanded a realm in which I should be both master and slave at the same time: The world of art is the only such realm.

I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.