Love the questions, themselves.
...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.
True singing is a different breath, about nothing.
A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.
It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
Fate loves to invent patterns and designs. Its difficulty lies in complexity. But life itself is difficult because of its simplicity. It has only a few things of a grandeur not fit for us.