Music is the sweetest thing in the world. I absolutely adore notes. I'll run a thousand paces just to hear one. Often when I'm walking through the hot trees in summer and hear the sound of a piano from an unknown house, I stop in my tracks, ready to die on the spot. I'd like to die listening to a piece of music. I imagine this as so easy, so natural, but naturally it's quite impossible. Notes stab too softly. [...] There's something missing when I don't hear music, and when I do, then there's really something missing. That's the best I can say about music.
Robert Walser, "Music", tradução para inglês de Susan Bernofsky, in "Masquerade And Other Stories". Para ler na íntegra aqui.
