What Use, After All, Is Man, If

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.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Heart Does Not Grieve Over, Does It?

Rehearsing A Play Is Making The Word Flesh. Publishing A Play Is Reversing The Process.

I Think People Nowadays Do Tend To Blame Their Parents For Everything.

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