Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there.
“I just can't seem to write songs about peace and love. Yeah right, how do you get that?”
“When I'm out there on the field, I'm in a whole different world, you know? It's like, I'm just having so much fun.”