“How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.”
“A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.”
“In the twilight that was now the colour of dust, in the fury of horns that was a national language because honking had telegraphic properties..”
“You obsess (but of course you obsess) until the joy is gone from that thing you'd loved, until your fury overwhelms your passion, until you no longer know how to sit with your back against a tree and write poetry that no one will ever see.”
“Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.”