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"A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute."
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"The most mesmerizing of artists is always like one who was merely drawing in the sand and people came to watch."
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"The music world is where child prodigies go to die."
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"And it's what you never will write," said the Controller. "Because, if it were really like Othello nobody could understand it, however new it might be. And if were new, it couldn't possibly be like Othello."
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"Birds do not attend music school, but compose timeless masterpieces."
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"There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started drinking."
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"Why I write music? Because it hurts not to."
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"A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute."
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"By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please."
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"Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression."
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"In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous."
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"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
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"Knock, And He'll open the doorVanish, And He'll make you shine like the sunFall, And He'll raise you to the heavensBecome nothing, And He'll turn you into everything."
Spiritual
"The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone."
Nature
"Beyond Islam and unbelief there is a desert plain. For us, there is a passion in the midst of that expanse. The knower who reaches there will prostrate, there is neither Islam nor unbelief, nor any 'where' in that place."
Spiritual
"There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'The lover replied, 'It is I.''Go hence,' returned the voice;'there is no room within for thee and me.'Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,'Who is there?'He answered, 'It is thou.''Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within."
Spiritual
"I made an oath to myself:as long as I liveas long as my soul remains in this bodyI won't deviate from the right waybut later I looked to my left and then to my rightand I saw our beloved everywherehow could I make a wrong turn?"
Morality
"Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form."
Grief
"Shall I tell you our secret? We are charming thieves who steal hearts and never fail because we are the friends of the One.Blessed is the poem that comes through me but not of me because the sound of my own music will drown the song of Love."
Art
"Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings."
Balance
"Last night you left me and sleptyour own deep sleep. Tonight you turnand turn. I say,'You and I will be togethertill the universe dissolves.'You mumble back things you thought ofwhen you were drunk."
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