Robert A. Schumann (June 08, 1810 - July 29, 1856)
The painter turns a poem into a painting; the musician sets a picture to music.
Robert A. Schumann
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Talent works, genius creates.
People compose for many reasons: to become immortal; because the pianoforte happens to be open; because they want to become a millionaire; because of the praise of friends; because they have looked into a pair of beautiful eyes; for no reason whatsoever.
The study of the history of music and the hearing of masterworks of different epochs will quickly cure you of vanity and self-adoration
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
(February 21, 1961 - )
Sooner or later you run out of tweaks.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?