I Hate You, Richard Wagner . .

Music Can Name The Unnameable And Communicate The Unknowable.

You Can Sit There, Tense And Worried, Freezing The Creative Energies, Or You Can Start Writing Something. It Doesn't Matter What. In Five Or Ten Minutes, The Imagination Will Heat, The Tightness Will Fade, And A Certain Spirit And Rhythm Will Take Over.

From New Year's On The Outlook Brightens; Good Humor Lost In A Mood Of Failure Returns. I Resolve To Stop Complaining.

I'm Not Interested In Having An Orchestra Sound Like Itself. I Want It To Sound Like The Composer.

Life Without Music Is Meaningless, Music Without Life Is Academic.