We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.
I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.
people will tell you were they have gone, they'll tell you where to go, but until you get there for yourself you never really know.
I'm not a pitiable creature. It's just that I suffer very eloquently.
everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow
What I do is unusual: chordal movements that have never been used before, changing keys and modalities mid-song.