I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.
Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.
Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.
My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not play unless you needed someone to make one sustained note!