“I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.”

“And what was the song which she sang? Ah, my little man, I am too old to sing that song, and you too young to understand it.”

“When your target is too far away from you, continue walking singing the song you like.”

“Before everything happened I wished i had double voice box like a song bird so I could sing two songs at once, the way a bird can harmonize with itself. I wanted to sing crystal clear notes. I wanted to sing them one after anther in ascending order. And at the same time I wanted to let another fountain of notes descend from my heart.”

“The essential thing is to WANT to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”