He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it
No matter what you do, you're always hearing something.
The whole universe interest me.
There is perhaps nothing that is not musical. Perhaps there's no moment in life that's not musical. . . All instruments, musical or not, become instruments.
My art is the result of a deeply personal, infinitely complex, and still essentially mysterious, exploration of experience. No words will ever touch it.
Monty Python crowd; half of them came from Cambridge, and half of them came from Oxford. But, there seems to be this jewel, this sort of two headed tradition of doing comedy, of doing sketches, and that kind of thing.
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
Music seems to hold everything together. It seems to make things not so chaotic sometimes. It seems to make things make more sense sometimes.
Make sure your worst enemy doesn't live between your two ears.