And now I am back in the gray world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.

— Anna Jae

...ever plagued by the naive hope that this timely intuition might be mistaken...

— Anna Jae

For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?

— Anna Jae

I cover the floor with a thin layer of imagination so that I’ll always land softly.

— Anna Jae

I love it when there’s nothing Left to see but tiny spots of what’s still light Stories piercing the night.

— Anna Jae

It’s miraculous how the shallow can injure in such a profound way.

— Anna Jae

... listening to the silence together. If there’s any. I truly believe not so. I have never heard a silence. Have you? The world is filled with unspoken words. And that’s something different isn’t it.

— Anna Jae

Music itself has taught me never to underestimate a mistake, for, in the midst of all, it’s often in that mistake where the realm of the unexpected creation is hidden.

— Anna Jae

Now me and music play hide and seek.

— Anna Jae

Oh, how bitter how bitter silent the bewildered sorrow of a texture too thicko be brought out through the eyes.

— Anna Jae