I had another dream the other day about music critics. They were small and rodent-like with padlocked ears, as if they had stepped out of a painting by Goya.
Igor StravinskyI never understood the need for a "live" audience. My music, because of its extreme quietude, would be happiest with a dead one.
Igor StravinskyOne has a nose. The nose scents and it chooses. An artist is simply a kind of pig snouting truffles.
Igor Stravinsky