You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.

Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.

You will have to experiment and try things out for yourself and you will not be sure of what you are doing. That's all right, you are feeling your way into the thing.

You aren't going to leave me alone are you?