There Is Nothing More Musical Than A

Some People Wish Above All To Conform To The Rules, I Wish Only To Render What I Can Hear.

To Complete A Work Is Just Like Being Present At The Death Of Someone You Love.

He Was The Incomparable Painter Of Mystery, Silence, And The Infinite, Of The Passing Cloud, And The Sunlit Shimmer Of The Waves-subleties Which None Before Him Had Been Capable Of Suggesting.

Life Is The Space Between Our Things.

The Colour Of My Soul Is Iron-grey And Sad Bats Wheel About The Steeple Of My Dreams.