Love is a mystery which, when solved, evaporates. The same holds for music.

Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.

Divine fires do not blaze each day but an artist functions in their afterglow, hoping for their recurrence.

Why, after all, must everyone like music? That they are missing something is just the lover's opinion.

In music the present is extended.

Sooner or later you've heard all your best friends have to say. Then comes the tolerance of real love.

As a lifelong pacifist, Quaker, and a gay man, I despair that gays and lesbians are expending energy trying to get into the military when they should be using that same energy getting rid of the military completely.