The most heartbreakingly poignant modern love story ever written.
Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.
As to the lawful pleasures of the mind, the heart, or the senses, indulge in them with gratitude and moderation, drawing up sometimes in order to punish yourself, without waiting to be forced to do so by necessity.
When your first marriage goes into tragedy, you become very battle-scarred. . . I even thought of suicide. Luckily, I had known some happy marriages.
When it's open and honest, that's when the real nature of who you are as a vocalist or as a performer, all of that stuff can finally start to become what it's supposed to be. Like a settling into yourself. It's not even a musical thing, it's a whole mindset, a whole acceptance of who you were supposed to be. Life sounds good
Language is the source of misunderstandings.