I have to finish it in order to know whether it deserves to survive.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

What a beautiful testament to the creative spirit and its true motives, to creative contribution coming from a place of purpose rather than a hunger for profit.

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.