The Piano Teacher

Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.

Vice is basically the love of failure.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

The first thing a proprietor learns, and painfully at that, is: Trust is fine, but control is better.

Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.

No art can possibly comfort HER then, even though art is credited with so many things, especially an ability to offer solace. Sometimes, of course, art creates the suffering in the first place.

simple people. . . . listen to music with their hearts and enjoy it more than those who are spoiled, jaded, blase.

the ignorant majority, which does however possess one thing in abundance: It is raring for a fight.

Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.

Her body is one big refrigerator, where Art is well stored.

Only the TV sounds are real, they are the actual events. All the people around here experience the same things at the same time, except for some loner, who switches to the educational channel.

The Ph.D is one of the chosen who know that some things can never be fathomed, no matter how hard you try. What good are explanations? There is no possibility of explaining how such a work [Mozart's Requiem, in the instance] could ever have come into being. (The same holds true for certain poems, which should not be analyzed either.)

She will prolong her life by the length of her story, even though time will wear on inexorably as she tells it, thus depriving her of the chance to have a new experience.

ONA se oseća isključeno iz svega, jer je isključena iz svega. Drugi idu dalje, čak se i penju preko nje. Tako malu prepreku predstavlja ona. Putnik odlazi, ali ona ostaje, kao mastan papir od sendviča, da leži na putu, u najboljem slučaju malo vijori na vetru. Papir ne može daleko, on truli na licu mesta. To truljenje zahteva godine, godine bez promena.

Với tâm trạng hồ hởi, Erika nói suy cho cùng bản chất của tình yêu cũng chính là cực điểm của sự tầm thường.

Người đàn bà có thôi thúc trao tặng tất cả tình yêu và giữ tỉ giá.