The only love affair I have ever had was with music.
If he'd been making shell-cases during the war it might have been better for music.
Remember that I wrote a pavane for a dead princess, and not a dead pavane for a princess!
Does it not occur to people that I might be artificial by nature?
I begin by considering an effect.
You might lose your spontaneity and, instead of composing first-rate Gershwin, end up with second rate Ravel.