Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death! – E.M. Cioran
A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice. – E.M. Cioran
Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death! – E.M. Cioran
A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice. – E.M. Cioran
Psychoanalysis is a technique we practice at our cost; psychoanalysis degrades our risks, our dangers, our depths; it strips us of our impurities, of all that made us curious about ourselves. – E.M. Cioran
No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up. – E.M. Cioran
Well, the teacher I studied with for nineteen and a half years was a man named Paul Gavert. He was a great lieder singer, so basically Im a trained lieder singer because of that teacher. The teacher I currently study with – since 1995 – is Joan Lader, who also studied with Gavert. – Betty Buckley