The lost hour never returns.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color

What you do not have you find everywhere.

In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we take.

What will survive of us is love.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

Most people deceive themselves with a pair of faiths: they believe in
eternal memory (of people, things, deeds, nations) and in
redressibility (of deeds, mistakes, sins, wrongs). Both are false
faiths. In reality the opposite is true: everything will be forgotten
and nothing will be redressed.