If you read reviews of concerts, the word 'creative' comes up all the time. However, performers playing music usually aren't creative. Critics might say they are, but they're just playing another persons work. They didn't create it.

Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced.

If music could be translated into human speech, it would no longer need to exist.

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

An artist doesn't necessarily have deeper feelings than other people, but he can express these feelings. He is like everyone else-only more so! He speaks with a Formal Sigh.

The same piece of music alters at each hearing. But oh, the need to repeat and repeat and repeat unchanged the sexual experience.

The art of translation lies less in knowing the other language than in knowing your own.