People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?

There is nothing more musical than a sunset.

But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.

Music is the space between the notes.

Works of art make rules but rules do not make works of art.

Music begins where words are powerless to express. Music is made for the inexpressible. I want music to seem to rise from the shadows and indeed sometimes to return to them.

Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.

[on Richard Wagner] A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

I am more and more convinced that music is not, in essence, a thing which can be cast into a traditional and fixed form. It is made up of colors and rhythms.

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.

I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.

...writing is not a performance but a generosity.

It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.

you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole, love means eventual painvictory means eventual defeatgrace means eventual slovenliness, there's no wayout...you see, youunderstand?

There is nothing so good as a burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating.

Tell your story. That's the secret of immortality. The one true way to live forever.

The overall concept comes first and then that informs the product, the shoot and how we communicate it. Everything comes back to the concept. It all gets thought about at the same time.

I didn't want him to become gray and multi-dimensional and complicated like everyone else. Was every Heathcliff a Linton in disguise?

I don't know if I am a very good politician. I'm not a good hater.

Nothing that actually occurs is of the smallest importance

June smiled. "So what will it be? Safety, or a future of pain and possibility?"