All I Ever Wanted Was To Sing

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

He'll Be Delivered From Madness. What Then? He'll Feel Himself Acceptable! What Then? Do You Think Feelings Like His Can Be Simply Re-attached, Like Plasters? Stuck On To Other Objects We Select? Look At Him! ... My Desire Might Be To Make This Boy An Ardent Husband - A Caring Citizen - A Worshipper Of Abstract And Unifying God. My Achievement, However, Is More Likely To Make A Ghost!

The Best Of Mozart's Works Cannot Be Even Slightly Rewritten Without Diminishment.

Rehearsing A Play Is Making The Word Flesh. Publishing A Play Is Reversing The Process.

It's An Extraordinary Thing About Mozart Is That You Never Tire Of Him... He Never Bores Me, And He Doesn't... Not Only Bore Me, That's Too Strong A Word.