I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
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.
It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris.
The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.
Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.