His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.

Yet how strange a thing is the beauty of music! The brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period of time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such short-lived creatures, beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself. Nothing is so similar to life as music.

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Living is merely the chaos of existence.

The period of childhood is a stage on which time and space become entangled.

Actually the action called a kiss represented nothing more for me than some place where my spirit could seek shelter.

It seems to me that before the photograph can exist as art it must, by its very nature choose whether it is to be a record or a testimony.