“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”—
How strange how different this album version feels from the sparse and almost haunting live rendition I posted from YouTube a few days ago. Wow.
“still i have, seen no joy, only dangers, I see no joy, only strangers, I see no joy, see no joy in this world, you should choose to go, please remember what you have learned, from the little bird, always dear, always dear to my heart”
“We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a nice fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”—East of Eden
“"And in our time, when a man dies - if he has had wealth and influence and power and all the vestments that arouse envy, and after the living take stock of the dead man’s property and his eminence and works and monuments - the question is still there: Was his life good or was it evil? - which is another way of putting Croesus’s question. Envies are gone, and the measuring stick is "Was he loved or was he hated? Is his death felt as a loss od does a kind of joy come of it""”—East of Eden