Gaston Bachelard

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

I confess that I listen to my own music for my own pleasure.

I always dreamed of writing in an orchestral context. But when you finish a piece, you want to hear it. So we played everything with Phish.

The law of unintended consequences pushes us ceaselessly through the years, permitting no pause for perspective.