You Will Not Become A Saint Through

Love Is A Scandal Of The Personal Sort.

Then I Feel So Happy And At The Same Time So Sad, It's Unimaginable.

You Are Right In Demanding That An Artist Should Take An Intelligent Attitude To His Work, But You Confuse Two Things: Solving A Problem And Stating A Problem Correctly.

In Moscow You Sit In A Huge Room At A Restaurant; You Know No One And No One Knows You, And At The Same Time You Don't Feel A Stranger. But Here You Know Everyone And Everyone Knows You, And Yet You Are A Stranger - A Stranger... A Stranger, And Lonely...

Thought And Beauty, Like A Hurricane Or Waves, Should Not Know Conventional, Delimited Forms.