“Music is evanescent, not even like a painting. It flees like smoke in the wind. It’s just gone.” “Everything is evanescent. Why do you think I offered you the apartment? If there’s a God, and I do believe so even if He’s become inscrutable to me, music is the finest and possibly the last way of reaching Him. I wanted you to teach my boys so they could escape what in fact they’ve become, but they’ve always sought what they should avoid.
