I Wish To Sing Of My Interior

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

When Asked By A Grumpily Puzzled Professor What "rules" He Followed, Debussy Is Said To Have Retorted, Mon Plaisir "whatever I Please" And He Further Claimed That More Was To Be Gained By Watching The Sun Rise Than By Listening To The Pastoral Symphony. Although Such Remarks Were Intended To Shock, They Contain A Core Of Debussyan Verity.

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!

Do Not Allow The Accents In The Brass To Produce Space Between The Notes.

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.