Why Should I Limit Myself To Only

All These Tales Of People Sitting Down And Composing Symphonies Just As Though They Were Writing A Letter Are Very Much Exaggerated; At Least, It Isn't That Way In My Work.

Look At The Piano. You'll Notice That There Are White Notes And Black Notes. Figure Out The Difference Between Them And You'll Be Able To Make Whatever Kind Of Music You Want.

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.

Not Many Composers Have Ideas. Far More Of Them Know How To Use Strange Instruments Which Do Not Require Ideas.

Gershwin's Tragedy Was Not That He Failed To Cross The Tracks, But Rather That He Did, And Once There In His New Habitat, Was Deprived Of The Chance To Plunge His Roots Firmly Into The New Soil.