Without art; without paintings, books, sculpture and music, the human soul would be quite impenetrable, don't you think?

Maybe what life needs is a good soundtrack, especially during the long stretches when nothing interesting is being said. A soundtrack might dignify things a bit, ennobling us with the proper drama and tension and pathos.

Books aren’t just my defenses, the sandbags I use to fortify my position; they are also the building blocks of my soul, and I am the sum of all I read.

It is said that life is too short, and that’s quite true, unless you are lonely. Loneliness can bring time to its knees; an absolute and utter standstill.

Without art; without paintings, books, sculpture and music, the human soul would be quite impenetrable, don't you think?

We are all eccentrics in our dreams. Lunatics, even.

I wonder if music is the only expression of the soul that is not hopelessly compromised in communication.