We Need Not Destroy The Past. It

When I Went To The Analyst For A Kind Of Preliminary Meeting, He Said, 'i'll Be Able To Fix You So That You'll Write Much More Music Than You Do Now.' I Said, 'good Heavens! I Already Write Too Much, It Seems To Me.' That Promise Of His Put Me Off.

A Meal Without Mushrooms Is Like A Day Without Rain.

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

As Far As Consistency Of Thought Goes, I Prefer Inconsistency.

If This Word "music" Is Sacred And Reserved For Eighteenth And Nineteenth Century Instruments, We Can Substitute A More Meaningful Term: Organization Of Sound.