I Was An Accomplice In My Own

I Think I Did Have Fantasies About Being An Actor. In Fact, I Know I Did.

If London Is A Watercolor, New York Is An Oil Painting.

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

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

I Made, Over The Years In Cambridge, Several Very Good American Friends, And America Appeared To Me, A Land Of Promise In Every Sense Of That Word, A Land Of Freedom From The Inhibitions And Restrictions That I Felt In England.