Free will,” she agreed, “our greatest gift, the thing that makes life worth living, in spite of all the anguish it brings.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

But no story is the same to us after a lapse of time— or rather, we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

I dream of instruments obedient to my thought and which with their contribution of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, will lend themselves to the exigencies of my inner rhythm.

Everyone is born with genius, but most people only keep it a few minutes.

Edgard Varese

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