I feel disillusioned. I waited and waited, and when no message came, I knew it must have been from you. If you don't do it, you'll never know what would have happened if you had done it. My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I'm right. My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.
Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house.
The notes are the bricks and mortar of the house. I also have a very real dread of becoming one of those artists who talk . We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late.