Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.

All the experience of the greatest city in the world could not withhold me.

Authors are ordinary people who usually start to live apart, in the imagination, because they dont fit in with normal, healthy people.

Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.

Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.

Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct.

The slow rhythm of the body, the insistent rhythm of the wit, were they becoming irreconcilable in modern civilisation? The sedentary life, frustration and irritability; work with the body, fatigue - and peace of mind.