My Dad died during the flu epidemic in 1918 when I was 4 years old. He left a lot of classical recordings behind that I began listening to at an early age so he must have been a music lover.
The artist himself may not think he is religious but if he is sincere his...
I sat staring staring staring - half lost learning a new language or...
I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain...
Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go...
You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems...
