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I Don't Get Anywhere Meditating," She Said. "i See People Sitting There With Their Eyes Closed, A Smile On Their Lips Or Else Grave-faced And Arrogant, Concentrating On Absolutely Nothing, Convinced That They're In Touch With God Or With The Goddess. So Instead, Let's Listen To Some Music Together.

I Am Love, I Am Music, She Thinks. Let’s Dance.

The More You Understand Yourself, The More You Will Understand The World.

Love Is Only A Small Thing, Enough For One Person, And Any Suggestion That The Heart Might Be Larger Than This Is Considered Perverse.

You Have Two Types Of Writers: One Like Proust Who Was Locked In His Room And Wrote The Masterpiece. And The Other Type Was Hemingway Who Celebrated Life And Also Wrote A Masterpiece.