A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.
If I only had an hour to chop down a tree, I would spend the first 45 minutes sharpening my axe.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved…the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, how ever measured or far away.
….it is better to succeed with success than failure.
The price of seeing is silence.