I Like To Think Of Music As

Gershwin's Melodic Gift Was Phenomenal. His Songs Contain The Essence Of New York In The 1920s And Have Deservedly Become Classics Of Their Kind, Part Of The 20th-century Folk-song Tradition In The Sense That They Are Popular Music Which Has Been Spread By Oral Tradition (for Many Must Have Sung A Gershwin Song Without Having Any Idea Who Wrote It).

Out Of My Entire Annual Output Of Songs, Perhaps Two, Or At The Most Three, Came As A Result Of Inspiration. We Can Never Rely On Inspiration. When We Most Want It, It Does Not Come.

I Like To Think Of Music As An Emotional Science.

For Suddenly, I Saw You There And Through Foggy London Town The Sun Was Shining Everywhere.

Writing Music Is Not So Much Inspiration As Hard Work.