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

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

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.

The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of

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.

In music the present is extended.

I don't go to concerts much. I've heard everything. When I do go to movies, I walk out half the time. As for literature, I've read everything.