I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

And then the days came when I was alone.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

Quite alone. No voice, no touch, no hand....How long must I lie here? For ever? No, only for a couple of hundred years this time, miss....

May you tear each other to bits, you damned hyenas, and the quicker the better. Let it be destroyed. Let it happen. Let it end, this cold insanity.

A change of scene will not produce a change of thought in the master mind unless he so elects.

No matter what your spiritual condition is, no matter where you find yourself in the universe, your choice is always the same: to expand your awareness or contract it.

Support the free spirited nature of your Soul & the Soulful energy that exists within - all living Souls.

Imagine for a moment that life has given you everything you dream about, but you won’t be happy, because happiness comes when you pursue your dreams, otherwise it is not your dream, but charity.

The artist's interest cannot be restricted to a single field; he must seek the highest perception of everything, of the whole and its details.

I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.

We must open the doors of opportunity.

As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.

I've been making pizza dough lately. And I'm pretty sure the calzone was invented when a pizza got stuck on the peel.

When I am at my limit and hurting, I focus on the moment.