Magical Music Never Leaves The Memory.

Her Singing Reminds Me Of A Cart Coming Downhill With The Brake On.

The Sound Of The Harpsichord Resembles That Of A Bird-cage Played With Toasting-forks.

Elgar's First Symphony Is The Musical Equivalent Of St Pancras Railway Station.

There Are No Woman Composers, Never Have Been And Possibly Never Will Be.

If She Is Attractive, I Can't Perform With Her; If She Is Not, Then I Won't.