However, in modern conceptual frameworks there is a more sophisticated view. I would say that the act of music exists in several worlds simultaneously.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

Quiet is the absence of sound. Silence is the presence of silence.

If the audience doesn't hear what is going on, is it going on?

Usually people think that it is the musicians who create the music, but in fact it is music who creates the musicians.

What has changed in 40 years? It’s very simple: 40 years ago there was a market economy. Today there is a market society – today everything, including ethics, has a price.

A mistake is always forgivable, rarely excusable and always unacceptable.

Understanding is simple. Knowing is complicated.

I'm not really interested in music. Music is just a means of creating a magical state.

Music so wishes to be heard that it sometimes calls on unlikely characters to give it voice.

We know others to the extent that we know ourselves.

Paul patted Mrs. O'Leary's snout. The living room shook —BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—which either meant a SWAT team was breaking down the door or Mrs. O'Leary was wagging her tail.I couldn't help but smile.

I am a child but I have to think and act like a woman, this business forces you to.

It's the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.

Those who cavalierly reject the Theory of Evolution, as not adequately supported by facts, seem quite to forget that their own theory it supported by no facts at all.

The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.

Slipping? We're bigger than Jesus.

The heart never becomes wrinkled.

Nobody looks perfect. We have to find peace with the way we look and get on with life.

The capacity to be overwhelmed by the beautiful is astonishingly sturdy and survives amidst the harshest distractions.