I Liked The Opera Very Much. Everything

The Old Idea Of A Composer Suddenly Having A Terrific Idea And Sitting Up All Night To Write It Is Nonsense. Nighttime Is For Sleeping.

Composing Is Like Driving Down A Foggy Road.

It Is Cruel, You Know, That Music Should Be So Beautiful.

Composing Is Like Driving Down A Foggy Road Toward A House. Slowly You See More Details Of The House-the Color Of The Slates And Bricks, The Shape Of The Windows. The Notes Are The Bricks And The Mortar Of The House.

These Two Are Not Two, Love Has Made Them One. Amo Ergo Sum! And By Its Mystery Each Is No Less But More.