“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
"...a doleful song streamed from forth from his mouth, reverberating from the mountain with a thousand sobs. 'Red of the morning, red of the morning lights the path to an early death.'" "Morgenrot, Morgenrot, leuchtest mir zum fruhenmTod"