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

Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.

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

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

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

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

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