The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.
“I hate being manipulated by song. Don't tell me what I should be feeling. I don't want cellos or violins to be telling me that I should be bawling right now.”
“See my father knew a lot about music, he played the piano and he would do theory and stuff like that, but I didn't learn anything from him, but I played that for him and he liked it a lot.”