Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often full the gap.

Pardon me, dear human self, capable of the most heinous degradation, capable of soaring.

But I marry myself. I take my fate as within.

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. And so they are afraid of any woman who both thinks and feels deeply.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.