I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.
All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art.
Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.
The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.
In life, more than in anything else, it isn’t easy to end up alive.
We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.