“There is something about the creative process… which is that you can’t talk about it. You try to think of anecdotes about it, and you try to explain, but you’re never really saying what happened… it’s a sort of happy accident.”

You sort of have to believe that, don’t you? That you had to go through all that to get to the day when something did happen.

Broadway’s not what it used to be.

Ask who wants to live to be a hundred, and the answer is the person who is ninety-nine.

Few sensible authors are happy discussing the creative process–it is, after all, black magic.

In any art, you don’t know in advance what you want to say – it’s revealed to you as you say it. That’s the difference between art and illustration.

I think people associate genre and music style with creativity, but it’s all creativity regardless of what pipeline it comes down.

Creativity is magic. Don’t examine it too closely.

Arthur V. Berger commenting on the music of Aaron Copland: Here is at last an American that we may place unapologetically beside the great recognized creative figures of any other country.

A creative artist works on his next composition because he was not satisfied with his previous one.

Creative things have to sell to get acknowledged as such.

Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.