I was fairly poor
but most of my money went
for wine and
classical music.
I loved to mix the two
together.

My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.

A cough is the basic sign of inattention. Musicians never, in my experience, cough when playing in public.

Classical music has become rarefied, like a maiden aunt that nobody wants to talk to.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.