Love Is Not Sufficient. It Never Has

But Music Is, At The Very Minimum, Inflammatory, Exclusionary, Divisive, Encouraging Of Snobbery And Solipsism.

You Deicde, And You Make Our Night What You Want. Brilliant And Ours. Stupid And Theirs.

The Truth Is, Anyone Who Puts So Much Of Herself And Her Life Into Art As You Do Must Naturally Fear Any Failure In That Art As A Potential Threat To Your Life. And So You Protect Your Art More Than You Protect Your Health Or The Common Forms Of Happiness The Rest Of Us Have. And You Probably Have This In Common With Every Artist You Admire.

Love Is Not Sufficient. It Never Has Been. Stories That Claim Otherwise Are Lies. There's Always Something After Happily Ever After.

How Much Of Life Could He Spend Aching? Aching Is Not A Stable Condition; It Must Resolve Into Something