Only Love Interests Me, And I Am

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

Art Must Be An Expression Of Love Or It Is Nothing.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

If I Weren't A Jew Then I Wouldn't Be An Artist, Or At Least Not The One I Am Now.