The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.
Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.
People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.
Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.