“Bruckner he is my man!”
“I know of only one composer who measures up to Beethoven, and that is Bruckner.”
“Part of what Brahms and others could never quite get over was that Bruckner the composer of epic symphonies behaved, much of the time, like a nincompoop.”
“This man, this impostor of a man, can kill my body but he can't touch my soul.”
“What will my redeemer be like? I wonder. Will he be a bull or a man? Will he perhaps be a bull with the face of a man? Or will he be like me?”
“I don't expect to meet the man of my dream today, but if I do, then I guess if he's really the man of my dreams he won't reject me when he sees the pudge around my knees.”