What I've discovered is that in art, as in music, there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It's the moment that the audienc
“When I look back now, it must have been like Paris was at the time of Le Sacre du Printemps.”
“Each colony became accustomed to planting new settlements and to claiming new boundaries.”