I like the plot of The Nutcracker - not at all.
What I need is to believe in myself again — for my faith has been greatly undermined; it seems to me my role is over.
When Brahms is in extra good spirits, he sings, "The grave is my joy".
Truly there would be reason to go mad were it not for music.
The muse doesn't come without being called.
Sometimes I observe with curiosity that uninterrupted activity which, independent of the subject of any conversation I may be carrying on, continues its course in that department of my brain that is devoted to music.