“It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a skylike that, I wish I could write music”
“I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.”
“O starry night, This is how I want to die”
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
“I wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you youngs, if you'd wanted them and I could conceive them. I wish I could have told you it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from the dead.”
“Music is my longtime friend. And I could never betray it. I listen to music while I’m writing.”