Music Is The Refuge Of

To Devastate By Language, To Blow Up The Word And With It The World.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist. … The Rejection Of Birth Is Nothing But The Nostalgia For This Time Before Time.

What Are You Waiting For In Order To Give Up?

If A Man Has Not, By The Time He Is Thirty, Yielded To The Fascination Of Every Form Of Extremism—i Don't Know Whether He Is To Be Admired Or Scorned, Regarded As A Saint Or A Corpse.

The Need For Novelty Is The Characteristic Of An Alienated Gorilla.