I Never Read The Translation Before Publication.

When I Look Back At What I've Written And Try To Explain It, It Doesn't Help, But It Helps To Be In A Process Of Writing. It's The Same Thing With Reading - You Lose Yourself When You Read As Well. When I Was Younger I Used Literature That Way, It Was Just Escapism, A Tool To Run Away From Things.

You Don’t Think When You Play Music, You Just Try To Play And Be In It. It Is The Same For Me When The Writing Is Going Really Well. It’s The Same Kind Of Feeling. I’m Just In It. It’s Not The Words, It’s Not The Sentences, I’m Not Aware Of It. Then It’s Good.

I Never Read The Translation Before Publication. The Most Important Things For Me Is That The Emotion Is Captured In Such A Way That The Feelings That Are In The Original Are There, Much More Than The Details, If They Are Right Or Wrong.

I’m Not Interested In The Words Or The Meaning Of The Words. I’m Interested In Disappearing In It Completely, To Not Be Aware Of Yourself At All. That’s The Way Music Works For Me. It’s Purely Emotional. It Goes Straight To The Heart. There Are No Explanations. That’s Just It.

The Tree Was So Old, And Stood There So Alone, That His Childish Heart Had Been Filled With Compassion; If No One Else On The Farm Gave It A Thought, He Would At Least Do His Best To, Even Though He Suspected That His Child's Words And Child's Deeds Didn't Make Much Difference. It Had Stood There Before He Was Born, And Would Be Standing There After He Was Dead, But Perhaps, Even So, It Was Pleased That He Stroked Its Bark Every Time He Passed, And Sometimes, When He Was Sure He Wasn't Observed, Even Pressed His Cheek Against It.