There Is No Theory. You Merely Have

The Music I Desire Must Be Supple Enough To Adapt Itself To The Lyrical Effusions Of The Soul And The Fantasy Of Dreams.

Music Begins Where Words Are Powerless To Express. Music Is Made For The Inexpressible. I Want Music To Seem To Rise From The Shadows And Indeed Sometimes To Return To Them.

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

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.

To Complete A Work Is Just Like Being Present At The Death Of Someone You Love.