If I Had Problems, I Kept Them

Just Because Things Hadn't Gone The Way I Had Planned Didn't Necessarily Mean They Had Gone Wrong.

Art Stands On The Shoulders Of Craft, Which Means That To Get To The Art, You Must Master The Craft.

There Are, Of Course, People Who Didn't Create The Trouble They're In, But Lots Of Them Do.

For The Most Part Wisdom Comes In Chips Rather Than Blocks. You Have To Be Willing To Gather Them Constantly, And From Sources You Never Imagined To Be Probable. No One Chip Gives You The Answer For Everything. No One Chip Stays In The Same Place Throughout Your Entire Life. The Secret Is To Keep Adding Voices, Adding Ideas, And Moving Things Around As You Put Together Your Life. If You’re Lucky, Putting Together Your Life Is A Process That Will Last Through Every Single Day You’re Alive.

He Believed That Life, True Life, Was Something That Was Stored In Music. True Life Was Kept Safe In The Lines Of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin While You Went Out In The World And Met The Obligations Required Of You. Certainly He Knew (though Did Not Completely Understand) That Opera Wasn't For Everyone, But For Everyone He Hoped There Was Something. The Records He Cherished, The Rare Opportunities To See A Live Performance, Those Were The Marks By Which He Gauged His Ability To Love.