Music Is...a Form Of Remembering, A Return

Waiting And Hoping Are The Whole Of Life, And As Soon As A Dream Is Realized It Is Destroyed.

Any Subject Is Good For Opera If The Composer Feels It So Intently He Must Sing It Out.

I Know Of No Better Definition Of Love Than The One Given By Proust - Love Is Space And Time Measured By The Heart.

Hell Begins On The Day When God Grants Us A Clear Vision Of All That We Might Have Achieved, Of All The Gifts Which We Have Wasted, Of All That We Might Have Done Which We Did Not Do.

Art Is The Unceasing Effort To Compete With The Beauty Of Flowers - And Never Succeeding.