The idea is like the seed corn; it grows imperceptibly in secret. When I have invented or discovered the beginning of a song …, I shut up the book and go for a walk or take up something else; I think no more of it for perhaps half a year. Nothing is lost, though. When I come back to it again, it has unconsciously taken a new shape, and is ready for me to begin working at it.
Johannes Brahms (1833-1897) German composer and pianist
(Attributed)
Quoted in A. Storr, Churchill's Black Dog, Kafka's Mice, and other Phenomena of the Human Mind, ch. 12 (1988)
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