You Exist Only In What You Do.

When The Most Important Times Are Occurring, We Don't Even Recognize Them Or Notice. We Are Just Busy Living Our Lives. Only Looking Back Do We Know What Was A Great Moment In Our Lives.

Everyone Knows That Time Is Death, That Death Hides In Clocks. Imposing Another Time Powered By The Clock Of The Imagination, However, Can Refuse His Law. Here, Freed Of The Grim Reaper's Scythe, We Learn That Pain Is Knowledge And All Knowledge Pain.

Regrets Are A Waste Of Time. They're The Past Crippling You In The Present.

I Don't Believe In Total Freedom For The Artist. Left On His Own, Free To Do Anything He Likes, The Artist Ends Up Doing Nothing At All. If There's One Thing That's Dangerous For An Artist, It's Precisely This Question Of Total Freedom, Waiting For Inspiration And All The Rest Of It.

We Must Get Beyond Passions, Like A Great Work Of Art. In Such Miraculous Harmony. We Should Learn To Love Each Other So Much To Live Outside Of Time... Detached.