My humiliating profession of decomposer of music.

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.

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

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

We sort of watch the profession, the new sub-specialties as they develop, and then we decide to publish a textbook. The brand is a way of entry. When one is talking to a professor who is going to be teaching this course, they're going to know the Mosby brand.

Music isn't only a profession.