Tradition Is The Spreading Of Fire And

It Is A Funny Thing, But When I Am Making Music, All The Answers I Seek For In Life Seem To Be There, In The Music. Or Rather, I Should Say, When I Am Making Music, There Are No Questions And No Need For Answers.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

God Can Only Be Comprehended As Love.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

I Am Thrice Homeless, As A Native Of Bohemia In Austria, As An Austrian Among Germans, And As A Jew Throughout The World. Everywhere An Intruder, Never Welcomed.