God made the world for the delight of human beings.
The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.
. . . it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.
True knowledge without xperience is food without sustenance
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.
A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.
The border between music and noise is always culturally defined—which implies that, even within a single society, this border does not always pass through the same place; in short, there is rarely a consensus. . . . By all accounts there is no single and intercultural universal concept defining what music might be
I prefer clarity over agreement
I think it's cool that London Fashion Week is about young designers trying wacky things.