What did the last Easter Islander say as he chopped down the last tree? The Easter Islanders didnt have anthropologists.
It sounds really stupid, I hate making cosmic comments like this but, I just let it do what it wants to do.
For me, writing something in the spirit of Halloween is like Mother Teresa writing on charity and sacrifice. It's just second nature to me.
It often feels like a tremendous amount of work is required to get an idea moving forward, like pushing a train uphill. But at a certain point, the thing takes on its own momentum, and takes unexpected turns. So it's that feeling of holding on, rather than pushing it, that is the most exciting thing. It's that need to occasionally bounce off the walls, letting anything happen for any reason, and having nothing to guide you that is the joy.
You hear the beginning of a melody, you should kind of know it's going to lead down this path. It should start feeling like a friend, like familiar.
I'm trying to interpret the film through the director's head, but it all comes out through me. So, a composer is kind of like a psychic medium.
The idea of performing some of Jack Skellington's songs from The Nightmare Before Christmas live for the very first time is immensely exciting.
The kernel, the soul let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are second-hand, consciously and unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources, and daily used by the garnerer with a pride and satisfaction born of the superstition that he originated them; whereas there is not a rag of originality about them anywhere except the little discoloration they get from his mental and moral calibre and his temperament, and which is revealed in characteristics of phrasing.
To know what you want, to understand why you're doing it, to dedicate every breath in your body to achieve. . . If you feel you have something to give, if you feel that your particular talent is worth developing, is worth caring for then there's nothing you can`t achieve.
I need the information and then I can go. So, as long as I have the information and a little bit of sleep, I can do the rest.
. . . they cupped their wings around their happiness and called it a world, though they both knew it was not a world, only a hiding place, which is a very different thing.