If a composer has a nice wife and some nice children, how can he let the children starve on his dissonances?

It is conceivable that what is unified form to the author or composer may of necessity be formless to his audience.

It's paycheck to paycheck. If it wasn't for my wife working, we'd starve.

In some century to come, when the school children will whistle popular tunes in quarter-tones-when the diatonic scale will be as obsolete as the pentatonic is now-perhaps then these borderland experiences may be both easily expressed and readily recognized.

In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.

He was happily married - but his wife wasn't.