And In Fact, I Think One Of

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child’s Eyes - All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

I Think I Did Have Fantasies About Being An Actor. In Fact, I Know I Did.

Watching Italian Opera, All Those Male Sopranos Screeching, Stupid Fat Couples Rolling Their Eyes About. That's Not Love, It's Just Rubbish.

The Devil Isn't Made By What Mommy Says Or What Daddy Says. The Devil Is There.