If music could be translated into human speech, it would no longer need to exist.
Bel canto is to opera what pole-vaulting is to ballet.
The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've manured. A deceptive memory may be the key to their originality.
Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.
Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced.
There are no fascinating people, only their works are fascinating.