Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton.
125"The gift of Chopin is the expression of the deepest and fullest feelings and emotions that have ever existed. He made a single instrument speak a language of infinity. His genius was inspired by the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. On rainy nights, his head was surely filled with raindrops, but they had been revived in his imagination and in his compositions into tears falling upon his heart from the sky." - George Sand, On Frédéric Chopin, in Oeuvres autobiographiques