“In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?”

“No one can advise or help you — no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”

“Sitting and writing music on your own makes you think a lot about your life. Who are you? Would you change anything about yourself? This is where it comes from. It is like having a mirror held up in front of you, looking into yourself and asking these questions.”

“Tell, rather than write, because I have nothing to write with and writing is in any case forbidden. But if it’s a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don’t tell a story only to yourself. There’s always someone else.
Even when there is no one.”

“There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.”

“You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.”

“You can't write a script in your mind and then force yourself to follow it. You have to let yourself be.”

“The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart”

“If you want to know what you think of yourself, then ask yourself what you think of others, and you will find your answer.”

“Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.”