If I Am Not Making Music, I

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All!

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.

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!

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

The Colour Of My Soul Is Iron-grey And Sad Bats Wheel About The Steeple Of My Dreams.