Music is given to us specifically to make order of things, to move from an anarchic, individualistic state to a regulated, perfectly concious one, which alone insures vitality and durability.
Music is...the coordination between man and time.
An artist is like a pig snouting truffles.
Mediocrity borrows, genius steals.
Music is the sole domain in which man realizes the present.
I wonder if memory is true, and I know that it cannot be, but that one lives by memory nevertheless and not by truth.