Kurt Vonnegut Quotes

I can tell you, dearest friend, that if it became known how much friendship, love and a world of human and spiritual references I have smuggled into these three movements, the adherents of programme music - should there be any left - would go mad with joy.

Music - opera particularly - is a process which is endurable or successful only if it is achieved by people who love to collaborate.

I love working with an orchestra, but there are many ways to make music.

Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.

It's fun and super exciting to see how other people work, how other people write music, and how other people put things together. To me, it's an endless learning process, and I love doing it because everybody works so completely differently.

Music is closer to poetry than anything.

Five mysteries hold the keys to the unseen: the act of love, and the birth of a baby, and the contemplation of great art, and being in the presence of death or disaster, and hearing the human voice lifted in song.

It is hard to think of another composer who so perfectly marries form and passion.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Music and love are the only accomplishments of humanity which do not, in an absolute sense, have to be called attempts with unsuitable means.

My aim is not to exhibit craft, but rather to submerge it, and make it rightfully the handmaiden of beauty, power and emotional content.

A good picture book can almost be whistled. ... All have their own melodies behind the storytelling.

Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand.

The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

Life as it should be: all friends, all art, all music, all love, all the time.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST.

Let us then blend everything: love, religion, genius, with sunshine, perfume, music, and poetry.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

Each time a dancer moves devoutly or a composer faithfully searches the silence for the veiled melodies, eternity is engaged.