Vicky

“Music . . . can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.”
― Leonard Bernstein

“Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

“Music, my rampart and my only one.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

“She sat listening to the music. It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a sunburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of an unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was no ugliness or pain, and there never had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged