...the heart is an organ of fire.
Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.
all this Beethoven and rain
Here. Where I am anonymous and alone in a white room with no history and no parading. So I can make something unknown in the shape of this room. Where I am King of Corners.
Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy
You're getting everyone's point of view at the same time, which for me, is the perfect state for a novel: a cubist state, the cubist novel.