I fight against the void. I think I've written something acceptable, and then, when I look at it again, I find it execrable.

This severe, ascetic music, calm and horizontal as the line of the ocean, monotonous by virtue of its serenity, anti-sensuous, and yet so intense in its contemplativeness that it verges sometimes on ecstasy

Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them.

My humiliating profession of decomposer of music.

When you see an item like that, you have to have it because it is filling a void. It is something you didn't know you wanted. It can be quite emotional.

I think it's a big victory for Rosie. Who doesn't?, ... Rosie didn't want this fight. She wouldn't have brought this lawsuit if they didn't sue her (first). She just wanted to show that the claims were unjustified.