. . . I improvised, crazed by the music. . . . Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
. . . I improvised, crazed by the music. . . . Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.
It the Eiffel Tower looked very different from the Statue of Liberty, but what did that matter What was the good of having the statue without the liberty
Beautiful? It's all a question of luck. I was born with good legs. As for the rest... beautiful, no. Amusing, yes.
I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely.
A violinist had a violin, a painter his palette. All I had was myself. I was the instrument that I must care for.
Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone, when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one's soul when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood.
I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.
I believe in prayer. It's the best way we have to draw strength from heaven.
The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.
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