What Right Do I Have To Be

When I Went To The Analyst For A Kind Of Preliminary Meeting, He Said, 'i'll Be Able To Fix You So That You'll Write Much More Music Than You Do Now.' I Said, 'good Heavens! I Already Write Too Much, It Seems To Me.' That Promise Of His Put Me Off.

Everything I See Is Something I Haven't Memorized.

Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station In Which One Tries Out Living.

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

Where Does Beauty Begin? Where Does It End? Where It Ends Is Where The Artist Begins.