MOZART ALIVE

What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding.

“We operate all the time with language as if it says what we mean. It never does, but you don’t realize the flaccidity of that until you are actually trying to make one thing in one language into another language. It’s like being on the surface with a lot of cracks in it and looking down through the cracks to something like another world down there that you can almost see, almost express, but not quite.”

Don’t think about yourself, but think about others. Look at people’s sufferings, physical and mental, you have them close at hand, and this ought to be a good remedy for your troubles. … I think in some sense you don’t look at people’s faces closely enough.

"I shall be waiting for you. You know that when you come home, weary, with blood on your hands, I shall be waiting there among the birches. You will rest your head in my lap, and I shall kiss your burning forehead and wash the blood from you. I shall be waiting, and I shall love you."