Thomas Fuller Quotes

Here's how I understand music. If you can play the same bunch of noise twice, it's music. To go beyond that is supercilious and pontificating.

Music is a reservoir... of sounds.

Music is intended and designed for sentient beings that have hopes and purposes and emotions.

Music has a lot in com­mon with math­e­mat­ics. But in music, two and two need not make four: they add up to what­ever you wish.

Because if you've got the wit, you can make anything into a melody, ultimately.

Music is real; it's something you can touch and feel.

The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of.

Words are music, really.

Music is the cup which holds the wine of silence.

For me music is central, so when one's talking about poetry, for the most part Plato's talking primarily about words, where I talk about notes, I talk about tone, I talk about timbre, I talk about rhythms.

Music is first, lyrics are secondary.

Music is organized sound.

I feel pretty comfortable in a lot of different musical styles. I like rhythm, and I like melody and so forth.

Music has a poetry of its own, and that poetry is called melody.

From a very early period of my life I have derived the highest enjoyment from listening to music, especially to melody, which is to me the most pleasing form of composition.

Music, of almost any kind, always made sense to me.

The real architecture happens within the works themselves, and that was done by the composer. That's where the real skill is. In putting together a program, you're more a curator, but that's important as well. And then the interpreting of it is where our big job is.

I suppose that's why new music and I go well together, because new music often requires maintaining great rhythm.

When I think of music, I think of music in totality, complete.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

You know, when I hear music, I just hear the whole thing.

Music is the only thing that I trust.

The creative process of composing music has always fascinated me.

The water in music the oar forsakes. The air in music the wing forsakes. All things in move in music and write it. The mouse, lizard, and grasshopper sing together on the Turlock sands, sing with the morning stars.

Music is the noise that surrounds the stillness of the art form.