It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom whole worlds apart who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
I think we're about ready for a new feeling to enter music. I think that will come from the Arabic world.
