I Adore Extravagance But I Abhor Waste.

There Is Something About Music That Keeps Its Distance Even At The Moment That It Engulfs Us. It Is At The Same Time Outside And Away From Us And Inside And Part Of Us. In One Sense It Dwarfs Us, And In Another We Master It. We Are Led On And On, And Yet In Some Strange Way We Never Lose Control.

You May Feel Depressed, But It Can't Be So Depressing That You Can't Move. No, I Would Say That People Create In Moments When They Are Elated About Expressing Their Depression!

Arthur V. Berger Commenting On The Music Of Aaron Copland: Here Is At Last An American That We May Place Unapologetically Beside The Great Recognized Creative Figures Of Any Other Country.

You May Be Sitting In A Room Reading This Book. Imagine One Note Struck Upon The Piano. Immediately That One Note Is Enough To Change The Atmosphere Of The Room - Proving That The Sound Element In Music Is A Powerful And Mysterious Agent, Which It Would Be Foolish To Deride Or Belittle.

I Don't Compose. I Assemble Materials.