In music the present is extended.

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

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

All men are forced into one of two categories: those with eleven fingers and those without.

Greatness is not the effect of which inspiration is the cause. We are all inspired, but we are all not great.

If asked to list my ten favorite American fiction writers, Gail Godwin would be among them. In this, her latest . . . she evokes in a short book the long married life of two artists. Evenings at Five is a strong tale of love-after-death.

Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.