The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart.
Why take drugs specifically designed to send you insane?
The thunder of false modesty was deafening.
It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.
Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.
I think closeness to death would be pretty exhilarating in a way, and friendship, yeh, and selflessness, a kind of selflessness, a sense of your own worthlessness, I think, is pretty exhilarating.