these are days you'll remember

let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning please don't hide them just because of tears

you'll know it's true, that you are blessed and lucky it's true, that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you

speak to me don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling there's no telling where it starts or how it ends

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

'Nijinsky's life can be simply summed up: ten years of growth, ten years of learning, ten years of dancing, thirty years of darkness. Altogether some sixty yea…

Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a night when choice was any more than the sum of all the choices gone before?