The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

“Life: I’ll never understand it.”

“I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love …”

“một con người có thể làm tổn thương một con người khác, duy nhất bởi vì anh ta …”

“All kinds of things are happening to me," I begin. "Some I chose, some I didn't…”