Listen To No One's Advice Except That

The Sound Of The Sea, The Curve Of A Horizon, Wind In Leaves, The Cry Of A Bird Leave Manifold Impression In Us. And Suddenly, Without Our Wishing It At All, One Of These Memories Spills From Us And Finds Expression In Musical Language...i Want To Sing My Interior Landscape With The Simple Artlessness Of A Child.

First Of All, Ladies And Gentlemen, You Must Forget That You Are Singers.

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.

Composers Aren't Daring Enough. They're Afraid Of That Sacred Idol Called 'common Sense', Which Is The Most Dreadful Thing I Know - After All, It's No More Than A Religion Founded To Excuse The Ubiquity Of Imbeciles!

I Am More And More Convinced That Music Is Not, In Essence, A Thing Which Can Be Cast Into A Traditional And Fixed Form. It Is Made Up Of Colors And Rhythms.