Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?

I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.

Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.