The judgment of music, like the inspiration for it, must come slow and measured, if it comes with truth.

Decisions, particularly important ones, have always made me sleepy, perhaps because I know that I will have to make them by instinct, and thinking things out is only what other people tell me I should do.

Callous greed grows pious very fast.

I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions, even though I long ago came to the conclusion that I was not a political person and could have no comfortable place in any political group.

A theme is always necessary, a plain, simple, unadorned theme to confuse the ignorant.

How often the rich like to play at being poor. A rather nasty game, I've always thought.