Mozart's music is constantly escaping from its frame, because it cannot be contained in it.

...we can all shut-up and go back to our caves.

You can sit there, tense and worried, freezing the creative energies, or you can start writing something. It doesn't matter what. In five or ten minutes, the imagination will heat, the tightness will fade, and a certain spirit and rhythm will take over.

I'm no longer quite sure what the question is, but I do know that the answer is Yes.

I believe that from that Earth emerges a musical poetry, which is by the nature of its sources tonal. I believe that these sources cause to exist a phonology of music, which evolves from the universal known as the harmonic series.

Music, of all the arts, stands in a special region, unlit by any star but its own, and utterly without meaning ... except its own.

Life without music is meaningless, music without life is academic.