To Write A Symphony Is, For Me,

A Symphony Must Be Like The World. It Must Contain Everything.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

Tradition Is Not The Worship Of Ashes, But The Preservation Of Fire.

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

I Also Had A Brother Who Was Like Me A Musician And A Composer. A Man Of Great Talent, Far More Gifted Than I. He Died Very Young... He Killed Himself In The Prime Of His Life.