I Like To Think Of Music As

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.

Writing Music Is Not So Much Inspiration As Hard Work.

I Frequently Hear Music In The Heart Of Noise.

I Want To Say At Once That I Frankly Believe That Irving Berlin Is The Greatest Songwriter That Has Ever Lived.... His Songs Are Exquisite Cameos Of Perfection, And Each One Of Them Is As Beautiful As Its Neighbor. Irving Berlin Remains, I Think, America's Schubert.

The European Boys Have Small Ideas But They Sure Know How To Dress 'em Up.