I Have So Strong A Sense Of

We Are Never Trapped Unless We Choose To Be.

But I Lie. I Embellish. My Words Are Not Deep Enough. They Disguise, They Conceal. I Will Not Rest Until I Have Told Of My Descent Into A Sensuality Which Was As Dark, As Magnificent, As Wild, As My Moments Of Mystic Creation Have Been Dazzling, Ecstatic, Exalted.

Notes Fly So Much Farther Than Words. There Is No Other Way To Reach The Infinite.

Atrophy Of Feeling Creates Criminals.

The Only Abnormality Is The Incapacity To Love.