Truth Disappears With The Telling Of It.

We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons For Believing In The Absurd.

For Us Artists There Waits The Joyous Compromise Through Art With All That Wounded Or Defeated Us In Daily Life; In This Way, Not To Evade Destiny, As The Ordinary People Try To Do, But To Fulfil It In Its True Potential - The Imagination.

Music Was Invented To Confirm Human Loneliness.

It's Unthinkable Not To Love - You'd Have A Severe Nervous Breakdown. Or You'd Have To Be Philip Larkin.

Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen If He Is Any Sort Of Artist.