It Is Hard To Think Of Another

We Musicians, Like Everyone Else, Are Numb With Sorrow At This Murder, And With Rage At The Senselessness Of The Crime. But This Sorrow And Rage Will Not Inflame Us To Seek Retribution; Rather They Will Inflame Our Art. Our Music Will Never Again Be Quite The Same. This Will Be Our Reply To Violence: To Make Music More Intensely, More Beautifully, More Devotedly Than Ever Before. And With Each Note We Will Honor The Spirit Of John Kennedy, Commemorate His Courage, And Reaffirm His Faith In The Triumph Of The Mind.

I've Been All Over The World And I've Never Seen A Statue Of A Critic.

I Think It Is Time We Learned The Lesson Of Our Century: That The Progress Of The Human Spirit Must Keep Pace With Technological And Scientific Progress, Or That Spirit Will Die. It Is Incumbent On Our Educators To Remember This; And Music Is At The Top Of The Spiritual Must List. When The Study Of The Arts Leads To The Adoration Of The Formula (heaven Forbid), We Shall Be Lost. But As Long As We Insist On Maintaining Artistic Vitality, We Are Able To Hope In Man

It Would Be Nice To Hear Someone Accidentally Whistle Something Of Mine, Somewhere, Just Once.

The Rhapsody Is Not A Composition At All. It's A String Of Separate Paragraphs Stuck Together - With A Thin Paste Of Flour And Water... I Don't Think There Has Been Such An Inspired Melodist On This Earth Since Tchaikovsky... But If You Want To Speak Of A Composer, That's Another Matter.