How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.
But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.
Extreme complication is contrary to art.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?
Life is the space between our things.
If we look at the works of JS Bach ... on each page we discover things which we thought were born only yesterday, from delightful arabesques to an overflowing of religious feeling greater than anything we have since discovered.