“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
“Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.”
“I’m alive,” she cried, “but I don’t know what it means.”
“I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”
“Life is too deep for words, so don’t try to describe it, just live it.”
“Con libertad,libros,flores y la luna;¿quién no podria ser feliz?”-OSCAR WILDE
“The Beatles saved the world from boredom.”