This is not a happy time for this kind of music in this country.

If we look at music history closely, it is not difficult to isolate certain elements of great potency which were to nourish the art of music for decades, if not centuries.

Although technical discussions are interesting to composers, I suspect that the truly magical and spiritual powers of music arise from deeper levels of our psyche.

The rhythms of nature - the sounds of wind and water, the sounds of birds and insects - must inevitably find their analogues in music.

Perhaps two million years ago the creatures of a planet in some remote galaxy faced a musical crisis similar to that which we earthly composers face today.

The retrospective glance is a relatively easy gesture for us to make.

The advent of electronically synthesized sound after World War II has unquestionably had enormous influence on music in general.

Perhaps of all the most basic elements of music, rhythm most directly affects our central nervous system.

I believe that music surpasses even language in its power to mirror the innermost recesses of the human soul

Music might be defined as a system of proportions in the service of a spiritual impulse

I am certain that most composers today would consider today's music to be rich, not to say confusing, in its enormous diversity of styles, technical procedures, and systems of esthetics.

How could you be sad, when you can sing?

The weakness was the first feature, the other what will do if I was this character? One of the best questions ever I have asked, it's one great from it comes another and another...

It is only the first obstacle which counts to conquer modesty.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?

Look, this is an odd question, but you're kind of cute and you're pretty nice to me. Are you drunk? It's OK if you are.

Martha Stewart was found guilty on all charges. You know what that means, stripes are in this year.

Just stay true to yourself and true to wut you believe.

Before he turned away, I asked, 'What do you need?' 'I need you. I need to give you a proper kiss. I need you to be my mate.

Sometimes, you have to go through a phase whether you like it or not.

Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.