Besitzen / Own Dichter / Poet Dunkelheit / Darkness Einsamkeit / Solitude Geräusche / Sounds Jubeln / Cheer Singt / Sings Süss / Sweet Wer / Who
I know it sounds strange, but I'm one of those people who goes to a coffee shop to drink coffee.
Children play soldier. That makes sense. But why do soldiers play children?
Half the pleasure of solitude comes from having with us some friend to whom we can say how sweet solitude is.
Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.
One of the greatest sounds of them all - and to me it is a sound - is utter, complete silence.
In politics, as in poetry, it is sometimes true that it is darkest before dawn.
Silence and solitude are more distracting to me than chatter and commotion.
Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.
I make the songs and part of making them is singing them. But what you hear is not me. It's the song. It's through me.
