Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more, but each hurt makes my love stronger than before.
The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).
For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.
If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.
Let's save all the children, save the babies, save the babies.
I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.