A Symphony Must Be Like The World.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

I Don't Choose What I Compose. It Chooses Me.

In The Theatrical Works We Love And Admire The Most, The Ending Of The Drama Generally Takes Place Offstage.

It Is A Funny Thing, But When I Am Making Music, All The Answers I Seek For In Life Seem To Be There, In The Music. Or Rather, I Should Say, When I Am Making Music, There Are No Questions And No Need For Answers.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.