“No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.”

“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.”

“We can never flee the misery that is within us.”

“And sometimes, when the stars are kind, we read with an intake of breath, with a shudder, as if someone or something had 'walked over our grave,' as if a memory had suddenly been rescued from a place deep within us - the recognition of something we never knew was there, or of something we vaguely felt as a flicker or a shadow, whose ghostly form rises and passes back into us before we can see what it is, leaving us older and wiser.”

“Music, this complex and mysterious act, precise as algebra and vague as a dream, this art made out of mathematics and air, is simply the result of the strange properties of a little membrane. If that membrane did not exist, sound would not exist either, since in itself it is merely vibration. Would we be able to detect music without the ear? Of course not. Well, we are surrounded by things whose existence we never suspect, because we lack the organs that would reveal them to us. [Was He Mad?]”

“Never in our silent moments of illusion do we sense the dark parallel that lives next to us. Nor do we suspect the carrier.”