Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.
Nice things are nicer than nasty ones.
Cats are only human, they have their faults.
Twentieth century music is like paedophilia. No matter how persuasively and persistently its champions urge their cause, it will never be accepted by the public at large, who will continue to regard it with incomprehension, outrage and repugnance.
If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
Laziness has become the chief characteristic of journalism, displacing incompetence.