If a composer has a nice wife and some nice children, how can he let the children starve on his dissonances?
Writing and creating, those things come to me on their own. I feel like... you sort of summon them and it's like allowing the universe to enter your heart in an entirely different way to what it normally does. It's like inviting that energy of the universe to enter into your craft in a way where it
If you didn't have some sense of idealism, then what is there to sustain you?