Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

It Is Always The Same With Me; Only When I Experience Something Do I Compose, And Only When Composing Do I Experience! After All, A Musician's Nature Can Hardly Be Expressed In Words.

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.

Tradition Is Laziness.

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

You Must Renounce All Superficiality, All Convention, All Vanity And Delusion.