Sentiment Is For Those Who Don't Know

Disaster Is Private, In Its Way, As Love Is.

Music Has No Limits Of A Life-span.

There Is No Moral Authority Like That Of Sacrifice.

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.

The Primacy Of The Word, Basis Of The Human Psyche, That Has In Our Age Been Used For Mind-bending Persuasion And Brain-washing Pulp, Disgraced By Gobbles And Debased By Advertising Copy, Remains A Force For Freedom That Flies Out Between All Bars.