The Composer Opens The Cage

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

You Have Comfort. You Don't Have Luxury. And Don't Tell Me That Money Plays A Part. The Luxury I Advocate Has Nothing To Do With Money. It Cannot Be Bought. It Is The Reward Of Those Who Have No Fear Or Discomfort.

Since These Mysteries Exceed My Grasp, I Shall Pretend To Have Organized Them.

The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.