Not surprisingly, he began to sing, and because no one in the world could hear him, and he sang without inhibition, he sang well.

He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music.

Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he shared a one-room apartment.

Well-timed silence is the most commanding expression.

One is attracted to beauty. Beauty is the coordination of things, in such a way, that it is what attracts you. It's almost self-defining.

The shelf was filled with books that were hard to read, that could devastate and remake one's soul, and that, when they were finished, had a kick like a mule.

They gave themselves up to the stars the way swimmers can surrender to the waves, and the stars took them without resistance.

And if you were a spirit, and time did not bind you, and patience and love were all you knew, then there you would wait for someone to return, and the story to unfold.

If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal.

Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their letter to the editor.

And how does God speak to you?" "In the language of everything that is beautiful.

Gukora icyaha uri wenyine biroroha ariko kuramya Imana wenyine biragora

Don't try to be brave all at once. Take it in steps.

An uneducated society will eventually turn into something lower than a herd of animals!

I love what I do. If I have the opportunity to do what I do with people I admire, it's 10 times better.

Agony is truth its our connection to the living I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now

What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that's born for an hour?

Nothing in Art is achieved by will alone. It is achieved by docilely submitting to the subconscious.

Keep company with the more cheerful sort of the Godly; there is no mirth like the mirth of believers.

I think a lot of the more successful artists of our time basically have barracudas for managers

Anything that is white is sweet. Anything that is brown is meat. Anything that is grey, don't eat.