When We Separate Music From Life We

In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.

The Indians Long Ago Knew That Music Was Going On Permanently And That Hearing It Was Like Looking Out A Window At A Landscape Which Didn't Stop When One Turned Away.

It Is Not Futile To Do What We Do. We Wake Up With Energy And We Do Something. And We Make, Of Course, Failures And We Make Mistakes, But We Sometimes Get Glimpses Of What We Might Do Next.

As Far As Consistency Of Thought Goes, I Prefer Inconsistency.

Which Is More Musical: A Truck Passing By A Factory Or A Truck Passing By A Music School?