Quietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had, through hatred and knowledge, burned itself out.

To not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away.

I don't pick and choose subjects or settings; they pick and choose me.

I need my natural laziness to be counteracted by obsession in order to do anything.

I think goodness is about how person behaves to person, and also person to world, to nature.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.